I almost shanked my husband last night.
It was during a discussion, no let just call it what it was: an argument
about removing the safety guard rail that protects my son from falling from his top bunk.
You've probably already guessed that I'm opposed. At least at this particular time.
Yes my son is almost 6, but all it would take is one unconscious roll during slumber and bam he falls to the floor lands on his arm breaking it in two places or worse yet he lands on one of the wooden drawers underneath the bottom bunk that he and his sister always forget to close and cracks his noggin.
You see what I'm getting at here ?
Well the hubby did not. His stance was that my son wants to be a big boy and I'm not allowing him the chance to do that.
Ahem, so I'll spare you most of the gory details.
But what you do need to know is that as the argument labored on it got all kinds of ugly.
Me: I get that B would like to have it removed so he can feel like a big boy. He's a smart kid though. If I explain that I think he is a very big boy- it's just about keeping him safe he'll understand.
Hubby: Why don't you just put him in a bubble.
Me: Ok now you're just being stupid
Hubby: Even if he does fall he won't hurt himself
Me: You don't know that
Him: Ok get me some statistics on injuries from your computer
Me: I don't need to get you statistics. It's my son. There is nothing wrong with wanting to protect him. In fact it's my job.
Him: I'm taking it off on his birthday
Me: I'll put it back on
Him: You're gonna raise him to be a p_ssy.
Me: What the fuck did you just say to me ?
So how did all this end? It really didn't. Sure there were apologies at harsh words spoken but in the end neither of us were budging.
So I turn to you, dear internetz, for your thoughts. Am I being ridiculous? Is the hubby right ?
It's ok be honest. I promise not to shank you for doing so.
Uh... unless you disagree with me.