This could potentially be a long summer, and not in a good way. We are only three days in from the kids being out of school and I want to run away.
My husband is an only child and suffers from the only child syndrome. He’s used to things being quiet and no one picking on each other. Coupled with his bipolar, this can make many days insufferable.
Today being one of those days. My boys are 13, 10, and 4. They are typical boys. Dirty, smelly, obnoxious, and loud. They get on each other’s nerves and pick at each other. But, like today, they get along and play with each other and it often times turns a bit loud as the rough housing starts.
Personally, I love to hear them getting along and laughing and cheering each other on. Today, my husband couldn’t. Every. Single. Fucking. Noise. Was followed by, “I said settle down!” Or , “Stop being so loud!”. Every little noise or squeal or laugh irritated him to no end.
I had to ask him to leave. The boys are just having fun and do not need to be forced into silence to appease him. The ironic part is now that he has left, all three boys have retreated to their seperate corners and it is quiet. The laughter stopped and a somber mood set in.
I don’t know what to tell my boys other than it’s not their fault and I love them very much. They did nothing wrong and they are not the reason I sent my husband away.
Along with assuring the boys that everything is okay and they are my pride and joy, I now have to wonder if he’ll be home tonight. Will he be safe? Will he stay with a friend? I can only hope that he does, but there comes a time when I have to say, “Enough! They are children and deserve a good time!”