Has this happened in your house?
What the hell happened? This kid is 3. Just so that you know. He is challenging his mother, and winning!
I know it's not natural to actually beat your children, but I'm telling you, I've Ally McBealed some serious ass whoopings in my head. I firmly believe that all mothers have this happen to them. I think we're fine as long as we don't actually go through with the images.
My little angels know just how to push Mommy's buttons. And this tattle-taleing shit has got to stop as well. "Mommy, Sissy won't let me play with her lion." "Mommy, Bubba just got into the Play-Doh." "Mommy, Bubba just bit me" That one was my favorite. Because they were playing "The Fox and the Hound" and he was pretending to be a dog who bites. I tell my kids that if someone is bleeding or otherwise seriously injured, come let me know. Other than that, I expect you to be able to work things out between yourselves.
Damn. I love my kids. They are the most wonderful, amazing, beautiful, funny, creative, genius things in my life. They are all the most terrible, life-damaging, insanity challenging, time crunching, hair-pulling, vodka-drinking (oh wait, that's me), self-questioning, well, you get the point. Unless you count their father. That's a whole different blog. :)
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