Tyler and I had a really great weekend together. I enjoy picking him up on Fridays even though I have to sit in traffic for 2-3 hours from BH to South OC. But that extra night I get to have him under the same roof means a lot. He’s growing so fast and any time spent away from each other is detrimental to our relationship. It’s crazy because one week we’ll get along great and he’ll go home happy. The next weekend, I will yell and be upset and he won’t go home happy, neither will I. But I understand. There are times I can’t always be the #partimemom and do whatever he wants. I still need to put my foot down and do my part as if I was a #fulltimemom. I can’t let him slide on things because I will not allow him to get away with things because I see him on the weekends.
It’s difficult. I will say the most difficult part is the fact that I can implement mannerisms and behaviors that I think he should learn and carry as he gets older because I don’t see him that often. I don’t get to use the good that I’ve learned growing up to make sure that he has the same upbringing. And as much as it’s unfair, it’s also fair. I realized that no matter how the situation would be, there will never be a fair way to raise a child with divorced parents. One person will always feel like they get the short end of the stick. And i think I’ve come to just accept that fact. Once it’ll be me, another time it’ll be my first husband. (But I feel like it’s me most of the time! :P)