whatever. it took me so long to fill in the blank next to the title prompt that now i'm fresh out of what i was going to say. i have no idea where my brain has been this last week, i cannot even begin to whip up anything witty. i'm dealing with my pre-teen four year old boy a lot, wondering where the hell he got the ideas he's got about how to talk to me. trying to balance between my dad's ex-military stance on childrearing and something more akin to what i may have become as i've grown up a bit. just a little bit.
like, i'm trying not to insist on quiet obedience to orders, as i remember how successful that was during my own childhood and i'm thinking i am not sure i want to enter into that kind of battle with my own spawn. but really, there are times i want to throw the kid through the window and it has something to do with his 'attitude'... and i think i must be carrying my dad's wackonavylifekiller on my back in some unreachable place...
its so so strange how we carry these things on... but the idea of no discipline clearly cracks me up. it is just as wrong as me carrying on like i'm some navy seal when i've seen my first 'eye roll'... c'mon, what am i going to do... wire him? string him up and attach him to the ceiling fan?
seriously though, if he hits me one more time because i say no more television, i'm mailing him to my sister. . .
i have the box. i'm ready. mama militario meets friendly postal workers... for the betterment of society. . .
like, i'm trying not to insist on quiet obedience to orders, as i remember how successful that was during my own childhood and i'm thinking i am not sure i want to enter into that kind of battle with my own spawn. but really, there are times i want to throw the kid through the window and it has something to do with his 'attitude'... and i think i must be carrying my dad's wackonavylifekiller on my back in some unreachable place...
its so so strange how we carry these things on... but the idea of no discipline clearly cracks me up. it is just as wrong as me carrying on like i'm some navy seal when i've seen my first 'eye roll'... c'mon, what am i going to do... wire him? string him up and attach him to the ceiling fan?
seriously though, if he hits me one more time because i say no more television, i'm mailing him to my sister. . .
i have the box. i'm ready. mama militario meets friendly postal workers... for the betterment of society. . .
3 comments:
Just you wait...I have a 12 year old that I would love to mail to your dad...or to a boot camp somewhere.
You know they call it the F---ing Fours and they are way worse than the Terrible Twos. The attitude of a four year is exasperating. I know, I have one. A four year old not a 4 year old's attitude. I find that a steady, consistent, calm discipline works best. Then I just threaten to lock him in the closet if that doesn't get through. ;)
I'm so relieved to see someone else who feels the same way about age 4. It was horrible, especially with my oldest. WOW was she awful. So I've just coasted through and enjoyed the whining at ages 2 and 3 (so far) with my youngest, because I know this is just a warm-up.
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