My sons. I love them. The disrespect flying out of their mouths today was enough to make me want to go Joan Crawford on their asses. (Note–I said want to…I didn’t. Before you get your panties in a bunch, there were no wire hangers involved.) For years people told me, “you’re going to be a wonderful mother.” Parents wanted me as their nanny. Children (of ALL ages) I teach now say how much they love me. What an awesome mom I must be. Could somebody please tell my sons?
I don’t want to be their friend. That’s not my job. I’m their mom and I understand that a certain amount of dislike and a belief that I am the enemy is a part of that. But the disrespect has ended. They were literally shocked that I made them spend three hours cleaning their toy room. Hello, the mere fact that they have a “TOY ROOM” says something. We’ve spoiled them. It’s us. We did it. Now we’re undoing it. The only people unhappy about that are the boys.
I’d write more but I have to go arch my eyebrows.
ohbloodyhell8 