I am not a fun mom.
I'm the one who tells him to eat his dinner and sit down and stop hitting the dog. Matt doesn't put him in time out. Matt doesn't say, "I can't play right now" and "Put your shoes on." Matt doesn't drop him off at the babysitters. Matt is fun. I'm just Mommy.
I'm always on the computer, or on the phone, or doing laundry, or cooking dinner. I don't have time to be fun. Matt gets home everyday an hour before Bryson's bed time, plays with him, and helps put him to bed. Although Matt sees him less, he has specific one on one playtime carved out almost every day. And Bryson knows that, and looks forward to it. And when it doesn't happen, there is hell to pay.
Me, not so much. Even though I spend more physical time with Bryson, I spend less one on one playtime. When Matt is home, I let Matt take the lead. I feel like he sees Bryson less and therefore should have the opportunity to be in charge every once in a while. What's interesting is Bryson still comes to me for his basic needs, food, drinks, kisses for any boo-boos. I'm in charge. Matt is fun.
I'm trying to be more fun. To set aside time to do nothing but play.