A Comparison between Parents. Rules or Riots?

Caroline is back this week. I still can't decide - yes, even 9 months later - which parent I 'prefer'. I.e. which one is less stressful/easier to get along with or get on with my job. By the time I just about get used to one parent, they go and the other parent arrives! It's crazy. It's like, emotional WHIPLASH!

 

So we're going to have to attempt to get to the bottom of this preferably before my time is up... (Note the pluses and minuses for Pros and Cons)

WILLIAM. 

+ More 'organised'

+ Pays me relatively on time (once I've reminded him)

+ Doesn't rely on me to taxi him about

- Gives me extra errands to do in the day

- Makes me lay up the dining table in full as if we've invited Marie Antoinette

- Keeps moaning at me about cleaning the girls' rooms

- Urgh HIM AND HIS TRAYS!! When he doesn't want breakfast downstairs he takes half the kitchen upstairs on a TRAY and so there'll be no butter or anything for the girls downstairs... And then he leaves it all up in his room. Gah!

CAROLINE. 

+ Doesn't nag me.

+ I don't feel like she's standing around judging/ grading me on how I look after the girls.

+ It doesn't matter if tea is pasta or the table isn't laid up full: all they care about is that THERE'S FOOD. 

- Totally psychotic, and like a tornado's just ripped through the house. Constantly.

- An absolute b*tch to get even a cent out of. Including shopping food and wages.

- Hijacks the car when she feels like it and expects me to... fly to school?

- Leaves mess everywhere, doors open, car unlocked, handbrake off... *head against wall*

- Eats dinner AS I'm cooking it - total FOOD monster!

However, another plus is that because I know what to expect (usually) with Caroline, I can be prepared for it and attempt to turn a blind eye,but I never know what william will throw at me, whether it's a plough or after-dark shopping. 

Anyway, I think it would be safe to say that overall William is much more 'stable', so things aren't so crazy and chaotic when he's IN DA HOOSE. And I know that he's happy if I've done all the table laying and cooking hunks of meat, so I can go to bed feeling slightly more satisfied with the knowledge that he's not about to fire me or slit my throat in the night. 

Today was pretty uneventful.... it was 20C outside and I sat indoors in trackies and a jumper doing work and drinking herbal tea. OH I'M JUST SO BLADY ENGLISH.  Tomorrow I'll attempt a venture-out... :) And my room is looking LESS-packed than it did before the weekend... I think my belongings are preparing for going home by EXPANDING in weight and size, just to make my life more difficult. Have no fear though, for on this journey back I am restricted to an entire Landrover of luggage. :D