I would LOVE to sleep until noon...but I have a child to take care of. Oh wait, so do you.
My ex is visiting for the weekend. He's been throwing a big hissy fit because he "doesn't get to see her (dd) enough", so I told him he could come stay for a few days while he's off work. Now, I don't keep him from our daughter...and I don't keep our daughter from him. The sad truth is that I DON'T TRUST HIM to take care of dd by himself. So I let him come over (and he comes over every day, usually) to see her, but only in my presence. This weekend, he decided to inform me that (even though he hasn't done anything to help take care of her since the day she was born, except change a few diapers here and there) he's a better parent than I am, and he could take much better care of dd than me. Really? Okay, he believes that, fine. So I made a deal with him. This weekend, he takes care of dd. He plays with her, changes all of her dirty diapers, stays up all night with her when she's crying, soothes her when her teeth are bothering her, EVERYTHING. I told him I'll just watch, but I won't interfere unless I feel she's in immediate danger or if she's hungry (I'm breastfeeding). So far, this is what's happened:
Day 1: woke him up at 10am (Okay, so dd and I woke up a little late this day too. Oops). She had just eaten and was awake and ready to play. He took her, lied her down next to him, and closed his eyes like he was trying to go back to sleep. Several minutes later, I woke him up to tell him she desperately needed a diaper change. She sleeps through the night these days, so when she wakes up, her diaper is extremely full. The only thing I ever do before changing her diaper in the morning is feed her. He just continued to lie there, looking at me. I couldn't stand to watch my little girl in her dirty diaper, so I left the room and sat in the kitchen for a while, trying to distract myself with my laptop. I looked back in every few minutes or so...He didn't change her dirty diaper for 45 MINUTES. Really?? Then, he gets up, wanders around the house holding her for a little while and then she starts crying. He comes over to me, holds her out and says "I think she's hungry" and goes back into the room and GOES BACK TO SLEEP. In MY bed, mind you. So dd finishes eating, and decides it's time for a nap. Alright, I guess it's okay if they're both going to take a nap. But then, about an hour later, dd wakes up and starts crying. I couldn't bear listening to her cry and cry, but she wasn't in any immediate danger and I DID say I wouldn't interfere. So I stayed out in the kitchen and did whatever I could to distract myself. Finally, her crying woke him up, and I heard him say (without getting out of bed) "what's the matter?...I don't feel like moving right now." and he just STAYED WHERE HE WAS while his daughter was screaming at the top of her lungs. Ugh. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and got her. Later, I left him alone for 10 minutes, tops, while I stood outside talking to the neighbors. He was outside with dd, so I was still keeping an eye on him, but I made the mistake of getting lulled into a false sense of security and looked away for a few minutes. When I looked back over, he had something in his hand that was ON FIRE. DD was in her stroller, and he was holding his fire right next to her stroller. Um, yeah, I considered that to be my daughter "in danger". I ran over there as fast as I could and said, and I quote "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU STUPID?! PUT THAT OUT, RIGHT NOW." He then insisted that dd was perfectly fine and that I was actually the stupid one. Okay, maybe I overreacted a little (maybe). Especially because I yelled and sweared in front of dd, which I generally don't do...but come on, are you kidding me?!
Day 2: woke him up at 8am. He told me he didn't feel like getting up yet. "Just let me sleep longer." Woke him up again at 10:30am. "I don't want to get up yet, I'm tired." Now it's noon. He's still asleep. I've been taking care of dd all morning. Now she's napping. So I'm on CM, whining about my ex.
Yeah. He's a much better parent than I am.
*Edit for those who obsess about the fact that I said I feed my daughter before changing her: As I mentioned in a few comments, I usually do change her immediately when I get up. Sometimes, though, she had been changed during the night/morning (she didn't always sleep through the night, and sometimes she still doesn't) or for whatever other reason her diaper isn't very dirty when she wakes up. So sometimes, yes, I'll feed her before changing her (OMG, CALL CPS). I would never claim I'm perfect or that I don't make mistakes as a parent, but I have never once left her in a dirty diaper for 45 minutes (or any amount of time) simply because I was too lazy to get out of bed.
*And another edit for those of you who say I'm just not allowing him to be a parent because he's not around her: We didn't break up until 2 months after she was born. During that 2 months, I tried to teach him how to parent...but not just me (I was a new parent too). My mom and dad (who raised 4 children collectively) also tried to help him to learn, PLUS we both went to parenting classes every week from the time I was 5 months pregnant until a few weeks before we broke up (I still go. He just up and stopped going one week). He insisted that he knew what he was doing and could do it without any of our help. He always knew better than everyone. And based off of what I saw when we were together and then again this weekend, he still doesn't know what he's doing. So basically, I gave him chance after chance to be a parent. And I still let him come around for the sake of my daughter. But no, I'm not going to let him just take her on his own and "hope" he figures it out.