I love my kids, I just hate parenting
This is probably the last day of 2014 that I won’t wake up with a hangover… and yet I still don’t have it in me to write a blog post.
Thankfully it’s Wordless Wednesday, so here’s a picture of my son from two years ago.
Maybe it’s not exactly what you wanted, but don’t be a spoiled brat.
A few days ago, we procured a reward chart for our son.
The hope is that by incentivizing his behavior we can train Detective Munch into a decent, reasonable person instead of the feral four-year-old he currently is. Our typical repertoire of threats is neither working nor healthy (nor really stopping because I’m terrible at this new “reward” method!)
So far, it’s been going okay. If he brushes his teeth (without a fight), or goes to bed (without a fight), or eats his dinner (without a fight), or gets dressed for school (without a fight), he can earn rewards like dessert, and TV, and not getting yelled at by a dad who is at the end of his rope.
It got me thinking about what a chart for parents would look like. So I made one.
My Thanksgivings don’t usually start with 5:45 wake-up calls. But my Thanksgivings also don’t usually include a visit to the most celebrated parade in the world.
And my Thanksgivings NEVER feature an appearance from KISS. Which is usually the thing I’m most thankful for.
But last Thursday I got all of those things, for better or worse, because, thanks to the good people at Macy’s and Mom and Buried’s bizarre obsession with this event, I’d secured tickets to the 88th Annual Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.
I guess it’s up to me.
As a prominent voice on the internet and a role model children everywhere, I feel it’s my duty to correct some of the gross generalizations and harmful misconceptions that linger in the world, poisoning impressionable young minds and warping the next generation’s view of the world.
And so I present to you, the first edition of Dad and Buried’s Mythbusters!
