Children on the nerves

I want to start this blog off by saying that I love my children. I love them more than I ever thought possible. That being said, there are some days or moments that make it difficult to like them sometimes. When my 10 year old child acts like she is a 1 or 2 year old toddler I get really annoyed. I remember once, several years ago, I had made a comment that my children were acting like brats. There was a woman, friend of my mother’s, that belittled me and called me a terrible mother (this was way before I came out as trans) then defriended me and blocked me. I remember thinking, “What, you’ve never been mad at your children for something that they have said or done? Are you so perfect that you are the best mother in the world who has never once had ill feelings toward your child?!”. Then, after much thought over the next few years I found that every parent has moments where they wish they could just run away in order to save their sanity. Every parent wants to act just like their child is acting to show them how they look. Every parent is human. Every parent gets upset. And this is okay. It is okay to feel upset or annoyed. What you do with that anger though, that is where the rock star parenting comes into play. If you tell your child that you need a time out (even if it’s yelling at them to go to their room or telling them to get out of your face) and then come back to the topic when you are both calmed down then you are a rock star parent. If, on the other hand, you beat your child, and I don’t mean a smack on the butt, then you need to seriously get help. If you call your child mean or hurtful names (stupid, good-for-nothing, just like your father/mother in a hurtful way, etc.) that is your flashbulb moment that you need to get help. I would suggest help for you and your child because dealing with these things has an affect on them as well.

So, back to today. My child has ADHD and she hadn’t taken her medicine (how she forgets since she’s taken it for 5 years is beyond me) when I came home from my continuing education class (I’m a cosmetologist). I could tell by her behavior that she hadn’t taken it so I asked her if she had. She said no. I said I wanted to check her medication planner. That’s when WW III started (for the 100th time this year, so does that make it WW CIII?). The next 45 minutes were nothing but fake crying, screaming, slamming doors, etc. I am having a super stressful week-in-a-half and snapped. I yelled at her that she was grounded until she turns 30 and stalked to my room. Unfortunately my door doesn’t latch so I can’t lock it and she came in several times before her medicine finally started to work. Moments like these I wish that her father was closer to us (he lives 2-2 1/2 hours away) so that I could call him and have him step in. Then again any time I text him or call him about her behavior I get, “What do you want me to do about it?”. I hate co-parenting sometimes.

Anyway, this is long enough so I am going to finish all the things I need to get done before Tuesday morning.

Hope you have all had a super, great Sunday.

Christian

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