I am through enabling! From here on out, there is a NEW sheriff in town. Oh incidentally, I'm very proud of this. I went to find an image for Italian mother, and you know what? "A Billion Reasons Why" was on the image finder. LOVE IT!
But back to my horror story. Last night, after a weekend working because DH has been in London for work, I came home to hubby's version of parenting. Granted, he's a man, but I have babied this man and I've turned him into an Italian man, and that is NOT a compliment. I've met my father! Dh is GERMAN, but I'm here to tell you, with enough babying, ANY man can be Italian! But worse yet, I asked my son last night, "If you could have any wife, what kind of wife would you have?"
To my horror, he said, "Grandma." Grandma, as in she waits on you hand and foot while you sit on your A**, Grandma?"
His answer: Yes. AHHHHH!!!!
Oh no. Oh no, no, no. We're not having it. I'm done with enabling -- I have created several monsters. I have, in fact, turned into an Italian mother!!!
So here's the scenario: I come home at 9 p.m. My daughter is gone to a friend's for dinner. The boys are sitting at the table playing "Risk" -- by boys, I mean DH too. And get this, they haven't had dinner yet! The dishes are filled to the brim in the sink. There's garbage, recycling to be taken out and naturally, the new family member: the hamster. I can't work in chaos, which is why coming home to it, after going away to work, about makes me nuts.
DH makes dinner at ten p.m. for the kids. ON A SCHOOL NIGHT! Because let's face it, I scare him. And yes, leaves me the dishes. The boys are up until 1 a.m. finishing a high school project, and I get awoken at 2 a.m. by the dog barking at the hamster. (She has tried to get on top of the desk to get to the said rodent.)
I had to wake up at six to get the kids off, and I had an epiphany. The boys may have not been fully awake to hear it, but there is a NEW sheriff in town. And she is NOT Italian. She is GERMAN, baby. I am pulling out my inner Bechtel and leaving that Calabrese behind! There will be NO television, there will be NO Lego's, there will be no ANYTHING remotely looking like fun until these kids learn to a. do laundry. b. understand what the dishwasher does and c. clean up after themselves. As an added bonus, I'm going to teach them to make gravy!
I am a working mother! I am not a maid and unlike Italian tradition, I don't think it's cute that boys live with me until they get married. Nor do I want to suffer my daughter-in-laws' wrath when they endure what I've created. I have become a STEREOTYPE!!
Any advice on whipping these boys into shape is welcome. Being Italian, I do remember there are SEVERAL uses for the wooden spoon. Just sayin...