I love my kids, I just hate parenting
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 could hear them talking in the other room.
My wife’s voice was soft, nearly whispering. My son’s voice, on those rare occasions when he interjected, was uncharacteristically tentative, uncertain and wary. I stopped listening. I knew what was being discussed.
My wife has multiple sclerosis. And she was explaining it to him.
Last weekend was St. Patrick’s Day. This weekend (and next) is March Madness. Those are major drinking occasions. But they have nothing on parenting! This week on the Dad and Buried podcast, I crack a beer (Pete abstains; he’s doing Dryuary in March because he’s an idiot) and we get into drinking while parenting. YouRead more about Drinking While Parenting[…]
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.