When it comes to my son, I am the law. Hell, I'm the law, the House, Senate, and the damn Supreme Court. My husband is literally the only person in the world who can veto my parenting decisions/rules, and even that is perilous.
So, family, friends, and complete strangers, if I say "no, he can't have that" or "no, he can't do that" or just plain "no" for anything at all, you have to accept it and MOVE ON. I do not have to justify, explain, or rationalize anything to you. You might be my favorite person in the whole world, but if I can't trust you to do as I've asked with my child, you won't be seeing us often (if at all).
I'm so sick of having to convince people that I know what is best for my child. Don't like what I'm doing? Think I'm doing it wrong? Go have your own kid and do what you think is right, but you will do what I've said or you will not see mine. It really is that simple.
Now, let me say this before I start getting angry/concerned texts, calls, or messages: I'm not targeting any one person right now. I'm venting pent up frustration that has been building since he was born.
Here's how it works: I make the rules. Hubby gives his stamp of approval. You, whoever you are (cousin, grandparent, aunt, uncle, friend), will follow said rules or you will start to notice you don't see us anymore.
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