We Are A Team

I have had a few people scratch that I have had a lot of people give me tons of advice and one liners for parenting. The one that sticks out to me is that when it comes to raising a child or children you have to work as a team with your partner. You both are in this together, and what's that saying "united we stand divided we fall" or something like that. The issue is my husband doesn't seem to want to address things until we have children. Well that's all fine and good but when are we going to have time to sit down and have long conversations about what to do and what not to do. I know he isn't researching this and I know he hasn't got anything pinned or bookmarked. I might have a ton of boards  and stuff bookmarked. I may have started following blogs, clipping articles, watching all the nanny shows possible, and so on. Every so often I say to my husband "you know we have to figure out how we are going to be a team. It's really important." He rolls his eyes at me and says "yes in time." I am going to make a point of slowly bringing situations to his attention without it looking like a lesson plan or some boring class. To bad family fued, who want's to be a millionaire, or some other board game doesn't have the "parenting" addition.

I just know if my husband said something to the child and I undermined him, or vice versa it would just lead to more problems. I am even thinking we need a code word or something if we are in a situation that we need the other to step in. It's not going to be perfect it's going to happen, and when it does I know I'm going to have to resist saying "so you didn't read the articles, bookmarks, or watch the nanny shows like you promised me did you?"

Like the other night when I made Oreo truffles. I dipped them in chocolate, and white chocolate topped fancy with sprinkles. I placed them in the refrigerator and went on about my night getting ready for bed. My husband went in got the bread out missed the fact that I just placed the truffles in there and bam boom we have a truffle catastrophe. He went into that mode of "I didn't know they were there I didn't do it on purpose." I said "Yes I realize you didn't go in the fridge with the intention of ruining the truffles. I am frustrated because of the time I spent on it. I'm not mad at you."