This happens a lot and
happened today while we were at the hospital.
We are sitting down eating our lunch after visiting J in the hospital. I am enjoying my pizza and relaxing. K is eating her lunch. She is eating yogurt with large chunks of fruit in it and using a spoon. The fruit is big and she is having trouble getting it on the spoon and getting it into her mouth. Has she complained about it? No? Is she asking for help with it? No. But the Wife thinks she needs help so she goes and gets a fork to use and then tries to get the kid to use the fork.
We are sitting down eating our lunch after visiting J in the hospital. I am enjoying my pizza and relaxing. K is eating her lunch. She is eating yogurt with large chunks of fruit in it and using a spoon. The fruit is big and she is having trouble getting it on the spoon and getting it into her mouth. Has she complained about it? No? Is she asking for help with it? No. But the Wife thinks she needs help so she goes and gets a fork to use and then tries to get the kid to use the fork.
I am not big on helping
kids. I subscribe to the theory of supervised neglect. If a kid
leaves the house without a coat and it is cold outside,
nature will smarten them up. Eventually the kid will think to wear
his/her coat without you having to tell them. Who wants a 17 year old
son who still needs his mother to tell him to wear a coat? K is five,
so you have to be a bit more careful, but the principle applies. I
try to get her to think about what she needs, not tell her and then
get it for her. For example, if it was me who noticed that she needed
a fork, I would ask her, “Are you having trouble eating your fruit?
Do you need a fork?” If she said yes, I would tell her that the
forks were over there and she should go and get one.
Not the wife. With her
its all “You need a fork, I will go get you one.” It bugs me, but
hey, if she wants to spend all dinner getting up every 40 seconds to solve invented problems
that is her business.
But then she tries to
get me involved. Not one minute after she get the fork, K knocks it
off the table and on to the floor. It is dirty and cannot be used. The wife asks me “Honey,
will you get K a new fork?” Here I am, tired, just sitting down and
enjoying my lunch, about to take a big bite out of my nice cheese
pizza, and now I have to get up? I don't mind if she tries to
help K, mother her, assuage her feelings of guilt for not staying
home by smothering her and doing everything for her as if she was an
invalid, but don't bring me into it.
This happens all the
time and I am surprised how much it pisses me off. If I had a nickel
for every time the wife asked be to get something for one of the kids
within 15 seconds of me sitting down on the couch. She thinks its fair
to force me to get something because she just got up to get
something, when the kid could have got both of those things for
herself, or didn't care about it anyway.
She never did use that
fork.
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