The secret diary of a single parent bloke
When I dropped off Jack at the in-laws this morning, I told them that I’d got him off the dummy, so please don’t give one to him. So when I pick up Natalia and Jack, what do I see sticking out of his mouth? Yes, a dummy!
I reminded them of my earlier request, and they shrugged their shoulders and said, in a pathetic whiney voice “oh, but he wanted it”. Of course he wanted it, but I was weaning him away from it. I asked them not to let him have one tomorrow. They got defensive- but he needs one, he’ll cry without it, we’ll do what we think is best, his mom lets him!
Now I was annoyed. I can see this turning into a battle of wills, with poor Jack in the middle.
This is the first time that I’ve had a cross-word with them since the split (or ever, actually). I dislike the in-laws and always have done, not because of anything they’ve done to me, but because they’re selfish and lazy, but most of all because they treated Katrina very badly as a child. I hate having to use them as babysitters, but really have no choice at the moment. In September, Natalia will be going to after-school club, but Jack will be too young. Unless I can find a childminder that I can afford, he’s got another 18 months with them.