Age is Not Just a Number
I hate when these kids make me be the bad guy, you know, the parent. I’m not one of those parents that is a friend first, but I really would just like everyone to do what I ask so I don’t have to bring down the hammer.
I had a whole blog going for Monkey Bashing Thursday, but I just don’t have it in me. For my new reader, the monkey is my ex as in, monkeys could do a better job parenting children. I literally wrote it out and deleted it. Because when I write out these ridiculous stories about that guy, I think people are going to think, Why does she let them go over there? And I already think that enough. And when I say “them”, I really only mean Tenderheart because she’s the last one that goes and it’s only two weekends a month. And it’s probably only one more year. Around 13 is when they realize his true colors and stop going over.
Anyway, the short story is Tenderheart, the 12-year-old, went over there and I had to tell him she couldn’t watch rated R movies. I said it very nicely and didn’t yell or tell him what a bad dad he is, and he turned around and told Tenderheart I yelled at him about letting her watch movies with him. One, he watches football, she watches rated R movies; and two, I honestly did it as nice as I could. He said, She picks her own movies; and I said, She’s 12.
In other news, Moonshine and I started a work out regimen last week and I think I’m going to die. Literally.