I decided to revisit my list of things that are making me crazy in parenting. Since I wrote the first piece, I have been keenly aware of the small things that are driving me a bit batty.
Mom as a Trash Can
What is it in a child’s DNA that makes them think that they should hand trash to their mom? I could stand on top of a trash can and my son would still find a way to get his trash into my pocket instead of into the receptacle.
What is it in a child’s DNA that makes them think that they should hand trash to their mom? I could stand on top of a trash can and my son would still find a way to get his trash into my pocket instead of into the receptacle.
In public, I kind of understand this behavior. He does not know where the trash cans are and is not comfortable conducting a search. Okay, I get that, but when he hands me trash at home I have to question his behavior.
Defiance
My son thinks that I am his arch rival, his nemesis if you will (and you will). He thinks it is hilarious to defy me in small ways.
My son thinks that I am his arch rival, his nemesis if you will (and you will). He thinks it is hilarious to defy me in small ways.
Sometimes I can make this work to my advantage. A few years ago I tricked him into helping with the laundry by mentioning that I wanted to take a few minutes to relax on the stairs and I hoped that no one would throw laundry on my head. He is now trained to assist. When I say I need to relax on the stairs he says he has something he needs to do upstairs. Let the laundry rain down!
Different Parent, Different Behavior
How is it that my husband and I can attempt to do the exact same routine with our son and get shockingly different results? When I try to get Kyle ready in the morning, he lays in bed, drags his feet, cries about brushing his teeth, says his socks hurt, and on and on. My husband, on the other hand, seems to have a pretty easy time in the mornings. What am I doing wrong? Perhaps I should re-read the section above titled “Defiance”.
How is it that my husband and I can attempt to do the exact same routine with our son and get shockingly different results? When I try to get Kyle ready in the morning, he lays in bed, drags his feet, cries about brushing his teeth, says his socks hurt, and on and on. My husband, on the other hand, seems to have a pretty easy time in the mornings. What am I doing wrong? Perhaps I should re-read the section above titled “Defiance”.
Picky Eating
I don’t think my son has ever eaten a hamburger, salad, soup or unbuttered pasta.
I don’t think my son has ever eaten a hamburger, salad, soup or unbuttered pasta.
In restaurants, he always chooses nuggets. He has an unnatural love for the McNugget. I have recently instituted a “no chicken nuggets or fingers” rule. When we go out to dinner I now list all of the other options on the children’s menu, but I do not list any type of breaded chicken. My son’s massive knowledge of nuggets at every restaurant in the Dayton area could possibly rival the food knowledge of Curt McAdams, Dayton Food Examiner.
As of today, these are my pet peeves. What is driving you crazy?
Comments
Not mentioning the nuggets only works until they can read the word (and they pick up on that almost as quick as their own name). We also get our boys to do things using reverse psychology (don't you dare eat that carrot!). I love the things that are making you crazy stories!
My favorite is: "I can't find my (jeans, toy, etc.). Mom's comment: "Whoever put it away, knows right where it is."
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