My baby is back!

My daughter went to SLC with her daddy this weekend to visit her cousin. I was seriously reluctant for this to happen, almost to the point of pulling my 51% mommy card and saying "NO". It's not that I don't trust my husband with the kids but...I don't trust him when peer pressure is involved. Here is the problem. The cousin they were going to visit is really great but his dad (a single dad) is...hmmm...has a different parenting style than I do. My husband thinks he is a fantastic parent and I tend to disagree. Well, since my husband thinks his brother-in-laws parenting is super fabulous then I worry he may do something stupid at the suggestion of his brother-in-law. Say...get wasted drunk after they put the kids to bed and forget she is there?!
So, after a stern talking-to from my friend Jen who always advocates in favor of my husband, I decided to relinquish a little bit of my controlling self and let her go.
They did fine. She ate tons of junk food from gas stations, didn't take any naps, played for hours uninterrupted with her cousin and spent some great one-on-one time with her dad. Was it like I would have done? NO! Is she hurt or scarred for life? NO. Is my husband a better father and her a better child because of it? YES! Should I be thankful that my husband wants to spend time with his kids? YES! Did I spend some much needed one-on-one time with my other daughter? YES! So in the end..it was good. Really good.
When my daughters grow up to be confident women who don't have serious issues with men...I will thank my husband who treated them with kindness, told them they were smart and beautiful and spent a lot of time with them.

Holidays, families and homicidal peacemakers

I am a middle child. I am a woman. I am a peacemaker. It is my job as the highly under appreciated middle child and female sex. It's what I DO.
I want both families to be happy. I really do. I just don't want to be the one responsible for making that happen. I'm done being the middle child. I want to be the baby child just once in my life. I want to just do whatever I'm told and know that it will be taken care of.
Or maybe I could be a male child, get married and push all the responsibility of family peacemaker onto my wife. Then when her family and mine think she is a total bitch...well I won't care! AND no one will blame me for not caring because it is my wife's job to make holiday arrangements. By the way...It's also my wife's job to ensure my children's health and properly fitting shoes. It's her job to make sure that I have clean socks in the morning and it's also her job to ensure I don't divorce her because she doesn't put out. Oh, and she is responsible (and to blame) for all matters relating to sex including the prevention of children and vaginal dryness!
That's what I would do if I had a wife!
But instead I am the wife and I am the one who will fight this battle year after year and I am the one that is to blame when my children are poisoned against holidays. And they will hate Thanksgiving especially because that was the day their mother flew into a homicidal rage and carved their daddy up with a butter knife.

Ta-Da!

Here I am!
I am sooo going to be one of those boring "mommy bloggers" who talk about their kids and husband all the time.
The purpose of this blog? So I can have an excuse to sit at the computer the entire time my kids nap instead of 3/4 of the time. So I can do something more stimulating than dishes. So I can rant and rave to my listening public (which will hopefully be no one I know)
I am a blog junkie. I read, read, read them until my back and neck are on fire from hunching over the computer. Maybe I'm a voyuer at heart? Well, whatever, I'm going to try my hand at being an ehxibitionist.