My husband and I don’t always see eye to eye but I respect his views no matter how asinine they may be. At times I find myself questioning our sanity and wonder what we were thinking when we got married. For the most part we are completely opposite.
I’m the disciplinarian in our house. Mainly because he works 12 hour days and by luck of the draw I happen to be the one around to witness the kids’ foolishness first hand. I’m not the “wait until your father gets home” type. I rather punish on sight.
Due to the fact that he does work so many hours he likes to make up for the missed time by letting the kids stay up late to spend time with him. When I in fact rather set bedtime schedules (at least for the younger kids). While they’re up bonding over SpongeBob and raiding the kitchen all hours of the night I’m just trying to get a quiet moment to myself.
Bottom line is I feel I’m the bad guy and him, well he’s Disney Dad. He doesn’t like when I call him that but I don’t mean it in a bad way. My husband’s carefree spirit and my iron fist are what makes our family unique.
He recently pointed out to me that our differences are what brings balance to our home and I agree. Our different views will make the kids well rounded and open to new things. Our polar opposite ways of teaching will make them more accepting of others because they will know everyone in the world isn’t the same and everyone should be allowed to think and feel what they want to think and feel.
We may have different views on how to raise kids but that doesn’t make either of our ways wrong even thou I like to think I’m right at all times. It just means the kids know which parent to ask permission to have water balloon fights in the house.