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You'd think...

You'd think that the smoke coming from my ears and nose would be a sure hint to my children NOT to aggravate me.  And if not, then for sure the wide, crazed eyes and the clenched teeth should tell them something.  Maybe I need to write an instruction manual: "How to read your Mama".


You'd think after being hurt by or punished for something two times already, there wouldn't be a third.  What can I say? It appears that some children need more experiences than others to cement learning.

You'd think that if I'm taking them to do something they enjoy, I wouldn't have to say scream four times: "Change and get in the car!"  Obviously what they are doing at the present time is more "funner" than any planned activity.

You'd think that as an adult, I'd be better able to let go of the trials my children put me through and not let things fester.  I guess despite my advanced age, I still have some maturing to do.


You'd think that with all that I've read, I'd be able to put some of what I know to good use and be a better parent.  But I guess, here is where the hand-eye coordination thing, I mean the knowledge-action coordination comes in, or in my case, doesn't come in.

And that's the crux of it. When I was pregnant with my second son, I fell into the trap of lazy parenting. You know, the kind where you say "Don't do X" but there is no consequence and even if you set one, you don't follow through.  Or perhaps it was because we had one too many "movie dinners" in front of the TV.  Regardless, I am paying for it in spades right now trying to discipline my older son.  (But boy those lazy parenting days were sweet!)


And finally, you'd think that I'd accept the fact that I am on this parenting bus now and there ain't no getting off and I should just stop whining.


Do you have a "You'd think...?"  Bring it on.

Comments

Savi said…
Lucas sounds very similar to Jamie. I've done that nagging him to get dressed to go off to something he enjoys too many times to count. Maybe it is a feature of the developmental stage that they're at?

Don't feel guilty about being a "lazy parent" - I'm sure you're a wonderful parent. We all need a break sometimes.

My "You'd think..." is that you'd think that, now that Neil is retired and I have a househusband cooking my dinner and doing my laundry, I would be happy and let him get on with it instead of nagging when he doesn't do things my way. But I'm learning to bite my tongue!
Austin Trini said…
Hey Savi, boy I hear you - on all points!

Re the lazy parenting, I think it must happen to even the most conscientious of parents :)

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