I love my kids, I just hate parenting
Sports! It’s not just the name of one of the best albums of the 80s. (Huey Lewis and the News FOR LYFE!) It’s also the subject of what is often one of the worst parts of parenting, whether your kids are into sports or not. This week on the Dad and Buried podcast, we diveRead more about The Sporting Blues[…]
Sometimes, in the midst of parenting, it’s easy to lose track of your kids. (Figuratively speaking, of course!)
My 7-year-old and I butt heads on the regular, never more so than when we’re navigating the everyday stresses of our daily routines.
Schedules and stress and exhaustion and frustration combine to make our relationship combustible.
It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times, it’s bedtime. You’ve done it, you’ve survived another day of parenting, and your reward – a few hours of adult TV, a glass of wine or beer, and a little blissful silence – is just around the corner. But first, you have one more challenge:Read more about Bedtime is Hell[…]
I swear in front of my kids – but not as much as Mom and Buried does! And I use too much sarcasm in front of my kids. And my cynical personality rubs off on my kids. Passing your worst habits and traits down to your children is one of the real downsides to thisRead more about Swearing and Other Bad Parenting Habits[…]
My oldest son is 8 years old, smart as a whip, sensitive like his mom and a smart-ass like his dad. He’s imaginative and excitable, he loves to read and play video games, and he hates sports.
He also has trouble focusing and sitting still, and he often has out-sized emotional reactions to minor incidents.
After years of being frustrated by what I considered his immaturity and spoiled entitlement, I now know that much of his most challenging behavior is a manifestation of his ADHD.