Adventures in Parenting
My kids have been challenging lately. After two or three evenings of strong-willed and opinionated debates followed by consequences that feel like a punishment for me, too, I've daydreamed out loud about moving to Paris. Or the Middle East.
Alone.
I'm not a shouter or a spanker. I tend to look incredibly disappointed and take sh*t away from them. No electronics on television next weekend. Bed right after dinner. No dessert.
That sort of thing.
The other night, Oldest gave me a handwritten note. I smelled an apology and opened it skeptically. Boy. Was I wrong.
Dear Mom,
Remember when you said you would pay us a dollar for every time you cursed? Well, I did some math and you owe me and Youngest twenty bucks.
Love,
Oldest
So apparently, they hear me when those disappointed looks are followed by mumbles that include "goddamn it," "stop being a pain in my ass," and "this parenting gig is for shit."
Good to know.
posted by kate @ 5:41 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
You're probably good, as long as you aren't telling them to go F*&# themselves under your breath. It's not a good sign if comes to that.
Give the little cocksuckers 20 bucks and turn them out on the street. Tough love, I say.
Well, you can't say 'my children never listen to me!
Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is the best defense.
Honesty is the best policy, but insanity is the best defense.
Got to love oldest's intelligence. You want them to learn to lead and not be too deferential to idiots, but it'd be great if they'd at least listen to YOU anyway. Tough line to draw. My oldest just passed his English Comprehensive Exams at Sewanee "with distinction"; My youngest is failing 8th grade math. Oldest says "Sir" and "Maam" and will probably be an assistent principal in a small town; youngest will probably own the town.
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