Parenting: Idiots Apply Here
WordPress is funky today. I don’t know what’s going on with it, and Sunshine ruined my blog for today by being sick on Monday. It’s spring break here and we were all up late Sunday night cleaning the DVR when Sunshine couldn’t put down the Rolos and cheese puffs. Then, when we got up to go to Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs on Monday morning, which I was going to blog about for today, guess what made a reappearance? Yeah, the Rolos and cheese puffs. I don’t think we can even say cheese puffs without her vomiting again, but sometimes I just ask her if she wants one.
These kids think I’m an idiot. I told her probably five times to stop eating so late, but what the heck do I know? Nothing, apparently. Then Monday night I took her downtown because she’s volunteering at the art museum this week and it was going to be her first time driving downtown so I wanted her to be familiar with where she was going. I told her what time she needed to leave, I showed her where to park, and what kind of traffic to expect. Well, guess who was late on Tuesday because she didn’t listen to what time she should leave? Is this what Dr. Kevin Leman talks about when he says you have to let them fail?
And lastly, when I told her if she was going to get to her babysitting job on time she needed to leave the museum earlier because of downtown traffic, I’m not even going to let you guess who didn’t listen. And again, she was late because she couldn’t believe the traffic. Wait, the traffic I explained to you last night and talked about all morning? Yeah, that traffic. I told her she could never get across town in the amount of time she was giving herself, and guess what, she couldn’t. So yeah, she told me I was right, but that didn’t help when she was late all day to everything.
And look at me, I thought I didn’t have anything to talk about today. I just get so irritated. And you know what else I get irritated by? Cell phones. I don’t think it’s completely unreasonable for me to expect you to not complain about me on a device I’m paying for!! Hey, how about you pay for your own cell phone and then you can say whatever you want about me, but until then, how about some respect? And when I ask you what you’re doing, how about you don’t roll your eyes at me when I ask you twice?
Me: Guess how many times I can ask you what you’re doing without you getting mad? As many times as I want to.
Bitches be crazy!