I went out last night with some moms from Sofia's Girl Scouts troop.  Just a movie, but it was on a SCHOOL NIGHT!!  *gasp*

I never go out.  Ever.  And, even if I do, it's in the middle of the day with at least one of my girls.  Try not to be jealous of my crazy partying social life.

Anyway, mama went out last night!!  So, Papi was left with the girls.  Seriously, for a little over an hour before bedtime.  He called twice and texted once.  He was completely lost.  Mind you, dinner was served, eaten, and cleaned up.  All he had to do was have them put on pajamas and brush their teeth.  But, to do this, he would've had to stray from his normal position.  This, of course, didn't happen smoothly.  Apparently, a tornado hit my house while I was gone.  And, he says Maya was "out of control" and had to be spanked before he put her to bed.  He says I should've been here to handle the situation.  I say, "You should've called me."  He says, "You should've been here."  I can't win.

Arturo likes to say that he's a parent too.  I mean, he really likes to say it.  All the time.  Usually only when I'm saying "no" to something that he thinks they should get a "yes" to.  But still, he's a big fan of asserting his authority.  What he's not big into, however, is parenting.  He is what I like to call "Old School Latino".  This is to say that he wants to be the "MAN" of the family in all the ways he sees fit.  He goes to work.  He makes the money.  He controls the remote.  He plays the hero in all things fun.  The end.  Of course, this leaves me to be the "woman".  I take care of the house.  I fix every morsel of food that goes into their mouths.  I raise the children.  What I do not do, is leave the house.  Arturo prefers that I stay home at all times.  This is where he's comfortable. 

I don't know what era you're living in, but we're all 1950's all the time over here.