Wow, I woke up feeling better than I have in weeks. I went to bed exhausted with a pounding head ache and woke up pain free and refreshed. I walk out to the living room to let Jakers out of his kennel to eat and what do I find....3 huge piles of regurgitated dog crap in his kennel. Super fantastic.
Then I wake up the girls, who are excited to get to wear skirts and dresses today because it is supposed to be so nice, only to get into an argument about flip flops with my 5 year old. Really, flip flops? For 20 minutes. Thinking it over now, I am wondering why I didn't whip her little butt and put her on the bus.
Why? Because I promised myself when I got pregnant that I would be more civilized than my parents were. I wouldn't spank unless absolutely necessary. A top of the line offense. But when I think back...I don't ever remember having 20 minute fights about shoes with my parents. They didn't waste the time with arguing. You did what you were told or got your butt whipped. Holy balls...What I would have given to be a neanderthal this morning. How easy it would have been to give in just to get her out the damn door. But no....I fight with her, we miss the bus and I have to drive them to school.
But I don't give in and she is stuck wearing the shoes I want her to wear. In the car, I tell her that if she argues with me about clothes again I will pack up all her lovely clothes and give them to someone she sees everyday so she can watch them wear them while she wears the same ugly out fit everyday! It works, but I feel soft. I know parenting is hard. It's supposed to be. But it's days like this that really test my resolve.
Not only is it hard being a parent. It's hard being a good parent. And I am. I know that. And so were my parents. The majority of us are. We are just a different kind of parents.
And what was my conformation? The hug and kiss and "I love you Mommy", as she was getting out of the car. Crisis forgotten. I need a drink at 8 AM but I have a happy little girl.
Go figure....
Then I wake up the girls, who are excited to get to wear skirts and dresses today because it is supposed to be so nice, only to get into an argument about flip flops with my 5 year old. Really, flip flops? For 20 minutes. Thinking it over now, I am wondering why I didn't whip her little butt and put her on the bus.
Why? Because I promised myself when I got pregnant that I would be more civilized than my parents were. I wouldn't spank unless absolutely necessary. A top of the line offense. But when I think back...I don't ever remember having 20 minute fights about shoes with my parents. They didn't waste the time with arguing. You did what you were told or got your butt whipped. Holy balls...What I would have given to be a neanderthal this morning. How easy it would have been to give in just to get her out the damn door. But no....I fight with her, we miss the bus and I have to drive them to school.
But I don't give in and she is stuck wearing the shoes I want her to wear. In the car, I tell her that if she argues with me about clothes again I will pack up all her lovely clothes and give them to someone she sees everyday so she can watch them wear them while she wears the same ugly out fit everyday! It works, but I feel soft. I know parenting is hard. It's supposed to be. But it's days like this that really test my resolve.
Not only is it hard being a parent. It's hard being a good parent. And I am. I know that. And so were my parents. The majority of us are. We are just a different kind of parents.
And what was my conformation? The hug and kiss and "I love you Mommy", as she was getting out of the car. Crisis forgotten. I need a drink at 8 AM but I have a happy little girl.
Go figure....
O.M.G. Arick argued with Piper about the same thing today.
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