i am in half minds whether to declare war on Mr C.
C1 was going along his merry way last night, of course, as is normal for todds his age, he did some random cries and demands for a bit, nothing too serious.
at the dinner table, he saw Mr C pouring out packets of sugarcane water bgt at the hawker centre into the pitcher, and asked nicely (but repeatedly) 'i want some sugarcane pls!'
which annoyed Mr C
Mr C suddenly lashed out - I m sick of hearing you ask again and again. Keep quiet!
Tone was super nasty.
But for the presence of the ILs (and the boys), I would have declared war on him there and then.
As it is, I asked my MIL under my breath to pls handle Mr C and cont to brainwash him to keep his own temper in check. She nodded, went over to the sink where he was, and said "You need to be more patient with children. Cannot scold them everytime"
I sat between C1 and Mr C at the dinner table. Usu Mr C sits with C1 to cut up food, feed him his veggies (C1 will eat all his meat and rice and leave the veg behind). Angry until I believe the steam poured out of my ears.
1230am. Went to check out why Mr C was not sleeping. He told me 'you ah, got time to sleep, dowan to sleep, then tell me you are tired.' ended off with 'SIAN AH!' again in the same nasty tone of voice
I went to bed.
And waited in lie for him.
As he lay down after checking on C1 and C2, I sat up. He was surprised. "Wat....?"
Puts on full frosty mode.
"I am only gonna say this once, and I will not mention it again. Sian ah indeed. You can be as nasty as you want to me, I can take it, I am an adult. Pls do not use that tone on C1 and C2. They are impressionable children."
Turned my back and went to sleep at 230am.
We spoke of logistical things this morning. I avoided talking to him as much as I can within the confines of the breakfast table and the car.
Arrived at my office, patted his thigh, wished him a good day, stepped out of the car and walked away without looking back.
[when my usu practice is to encourage him abt something in his workday and kiss him goodbye]
not red hot rage. Icy rage.
The boys are too impt to me, to the family for him to keep on shouting at them. The sad thing is when Mr C is not shouting, he is actually a very good and caring father. Listens to C1, horses around w C2.
I wanted to tell him, shout some more, C1 will only remember you as his shouting daddy. bcz every negative interaction needs 5 (or more) positive interactions to counterbalance ya....
Sigh. I m tired.