Over the years my patience has been tested more times than I can remember. Most recently I was tested by a neighbor regarding Dirt Bike Boy. As I mentioned previously, I live across the street from Dirt Bike Boy’s mother. I moved across the street at her request to help with Dirt Bike Boy. And this is an example of why my presence was needed.
Like most elementary school age kids, Dirt Bike Boy has a lot of friends to play with. Most of the time the kids run between houses. They spend time at my house, my ex’s and the other kids house. And just like when I grew up, eating at everyone else house is just the normal thing to do. 
It becomes a joint effort to parent, watch and entertain the kids in the neighborhood. Normally that means taking turns with the kids at the pool, taking them to the park and even cooking hot dogs and burgers. So far everything seems normal right?
The problem began when a neighbor, who doesn’t have any kids, began to try to give parenting advice. Most of the time I’m polite and just ignore her comments. After a few weeks of listening to her comments, I finally told her I was the HNIC and didn’t need her parenting tips. I also mentioned that since she wasn’t a parent, her tips weren’t welcome in my world. I thought that would solve the problem. It didn’t.
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