I love my kids, I just hate parenting
Everybody likes a good hero, right? Especially kids.
Back in my day, I searched the skies for Superman, pretended I was a Jedi, and even wrote a school paper about how much I admired my dad. When I became a father, I was excited for my son to find his own heroes.
I just didn’t expect them to be the bad guys.
This morning, Mom and Buried left for a ten-day business trip. For the next two weeks, it’s just me and my son.
Things are going to be a little different while she’s gone. For one thing, I’ll finally be able to catch up on “Mr. Robot”.
For another, NO COASTERS!
![[Video] Room Trailer](https://i0.wp.com/dadandburied.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/Room.jpg?resize=500%2C233&ssl=1)
Newsflash: I’m not a particularly emotional guy. And I pretty much never get emotional about fiction.
I don’t cry at movies, or TV shows, or books. Sure, some stuff tugs at my heartstrings and I’ll occasionally well up a bit, and I love a good heartwarming moment as much as the next person (like the end of Without a Trace), but tears? No.
Truth be told, I didn’t cry reading Room either. For the entire first half of the book I was crawling out of my skin and almost had a heart attack, but I didn’t cry.
Having children gives you the opportunity to appreciate anew all the wonderful stuff you take for granted when you become an adult, the classic children’s books and films and cartoons you grew up with are part of that.
Lately I’ve been discovering that sometimes the reverse happens, and your children actually make you hate the things you once loved.
Repetition breeds contempt.
There are a lot of things kids aren’t: cooperative, obedient, quiet, funny.
But enough negativity! Today, I want to talk about what kids are.
Kids are annoying. They need so much attention!