A dear, but somewhat churlish girl I know from college recommended a book to me after one of my posts. The name of it is "Why does he DO that? Inside the minds of agressive, controlling men" I recommend it to anyone who deals with difficult men in any way, and especially to those who are raising our next generations of men.
Two weeks ago, I became engaged in an argument with my boys' dad. He was packing up things to be donated to a local thrift store. He did this with my 4-yr-old while I was in the bedroom nurse-/napping with my 18 month old, who frquently wakes, rooting for milk, and drowsily returns to slumber, the warmth of a tummy full of mama milk gently lulls him back to hts sweet dreams.
When i aroused from my own breastfeeding trance--one becomes content, peaceful, and very tired when nursing--I was horrified to witness the load in the car and on the front lawn: a mattress that goes with a crib that I borrowed from my sister-in-law, who most likely will want it back, a favorite nursing pillow of mine, some chairs that go with my kids' desk, and, last and best, a Christmas gift given to me years ago by my dead brother's family. He's been dead 7 months. And it is not like I have a whole lot of material thing to remind me of him.
He started nagging at me for napping. I started on him about getting rid of my stuff without my permission--believe me, this is an OLD agrument from me, it goes back to before we were even married. Staying with my younger boy and making sure he gets a long enough nap in the afternoon is part of my job as a mother. If I am lucky, I get a short, sound nap. Most often, I read OR drift in and out of sleep in some sort of limbo, waiting to hear my baby's cry so that Ican get to him before he stirs much.