Sometimes I feel like such a fraud. In every way but at the moment as a mother.
It's the third day of school and Waylon has forgotten to bring home his lunch case TWICE already. I told him he was grounded from playing with the neighbor until he brings it home. But then... last night... I had him write me a paragraph about his new teacher so that he could practice his handwriting (it has suddenly become absolutely atrocious). I went to check on him and he had one sentence and obviously didn't pay attention to his handwriting because it looked like shit. This pushed me over the top and I grounded him for the rest of the week.
I just have this intense rage about crap like this. He's so smart and when he behaves this way I see it as him being disobedient and disrespectful to me as his mother. I do everything I can to make sure he has the best of everything and that we give him the best education possible. We did educational stuff all summer and the boys have a microscope, a telescope, five science kits and anything else that might inspire them.
Not only that but I have this fear that he'll be taunted the way I was in school and I make sure that he's well dressed and has his hair gelled and everything before he goes to school. In fact, I spent over $400 on his school clothes and supplies alone this year. I just feel as if the little bit of respect and dedication that I'm asking for is miniscule in comparison.
So anyway... I had a meltdown this morning. Big time. I had given him a watch before school started (a nice silver men's watch) and he couldn't find it.
I yelled at him and told him that is ridiculous, unacceptable, and that in three days of school he has done nothing but disappoint me.
Now I'm still infuriated but I feel bad for being so harsh. I just wish it would get into his freaking head!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
What do you want to bet that he comes home with neither the lunch box OR the watch?
If he does I'm going to freak the fuck out and he's going to stay in his room and read the ENTIRE evening.
It's the third day of school and Waylon has forgotten to bring home his lunch case TWICE already. I told him he was grounded from playing with the neighbor until he brings it home. But then... last night... I had him write me a paragraph about his new teacher so that he could practice his handwriting (it has suddenly become absolutely atrocious). I went to check on him and he had one sentence and obviously didn't pay attention to his handwriting because it looked like shit. This pushed me over the top and I grounded him for the rest of the week.
I just have this intense rage about crap like this. He's so smart and when he behaves this way I see it as him being disobedient and disrespectful to me as his mother. I do everything I can to make sure he has the best of everything and that we give him the best education possible. We did educational stuff all summer and the boys have a microscope, a telescope, five science kits and anything else that might inspire them.
Not only that but I have this fear that he'll be taunted the way I was in school and I make sure that he's well dressed and has his hair gelled and everything before he goes to school. In fact, I spent over $400 on his school clothes and supplies alone this year. I just feel as if the little bit of respect and dedication that I'm asking for is miniscule in comparison.
So anyway... I had a meltdown this morning. Big time. I had given him a watch before school started (a nice silver men's watch) and he couldn't find it.
I yelled at him and told him that is ridiculous, unacceptable, and that in three days of school he has done nothing but disappoint me.
Now I'm still infuriated but I feel bad for being so harsh. I just wish it would get into his freaking head!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!
What do you want to bet that he comes home with neither the lunch box OR the watch?
If he does I'm going to freak the fuck out and he's going to stay in his room and read the ENTIRE evening.
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You're human. You're going to say shitty things that you don't really feel good about later, and you're going to get angry/disappointed with your kids. As long as you love them and show them that you love them (and aren't doing anything wacky like handcuffing them in a crib or slapping them in the head when they spill their milk), you're doing your job as a parent.
I don't think this is helpful so I'm stopping now.
my daughter had a hard time with it.
don't kill yourself over it. but it is very frustrating.
kids make you do crazy and all but they are so worth it, and it sounds like you are doing the right thing.