Every year my husband and I do a letterpress calendar for our friends and families. (Yay for gifts that can be tossed in the recycling bin.) I do any necessary drawing and Mr. Bunny does the printing. We always fight about it. This is mainly because I’m a control freak. I want him to take a more active role in idea generation and then when he does I don’t like his ideas which naturally offends him, and I want to get started several weeks earlier, and I want him not to bitch and moan about his tasks, and I am a nagging whore, in short. This year I sent him off to come up with something and I swore I’d just go with whatever he came up with, and then he delayed and delayed and delayed and when he finally told me his idea I was like *bites tongue bites tongue bites tongue* That’s lame. And then we went to bed in a huff. And as I was falling asleep, inspiration came out of nowhere, as it does. Each page of the calendar has a picture of a box of humorous cereal. The final page is a catalogue of items people can get by sending in the proofs of purchase from the cereal boxes. It’s extremely awesome.
I wish that having a fight were not a part of our process, but maybe collaboration is always like that. It’s part of our parenting process as well, it seems. Perhaps because I am a control freak and a nagging whore in that arena too.
The current topic of contention is how to respond when our older child does something we don’t want her to, ranging from trying to poke her brother in the eye (not maliciously, but because she’s into pointing out things, including eyes) to flinging herself on the floor and weeping. I’m all about having strategies for dealing with categories of thing and about having reasons for WHY and blah blah blah. He’s all about saying HEY! HEY! really loudly. I’m fine with him doing whatever works for him when he’s in charge, and I don’t think he objects to me doing whatever I want when I’m in charge, but the trouble is what do we do when we’re all together and it’s not clear who’s in charge? Currently, I’m in the biting of the tongue phase. The going to bed in a huff part will come soon, I have no doubt. Then, perhaps, inspiration?