I love my kids, I just hate parenting
Parenting advice is tricky.
Getting it from strangers is seldom welcome, getting it from non-parents is never welcome, and getting it from me is a laugh riot!
Unsolicited parenting advice, of course, is almost always unwanted, and if that advice is also useless? Don’t bother.
If you have kids and you haven’t gone gray yet, either stop lying or just give it time.
There are days I can practically feel my hair changing color as it’s happening. Which is usually when my 6-year-old is throwing a fit about having to go to bed/having to go to school/having to take a bath/having to eat dinner/having to do his homework/etc.
Going gray is a part of getting older, and a part of parenting, and I’m okay with it. I’m not vain. Besides, a little salt and pepper worked out great for George Clooney and I’m nothing if not exactly like George Clooney!
Hello again, Mom and Buried here! Remember me?
It’s been too long. I would have loved to have written sooner, but you know, I’ve been busy BUILDING A HUMAN IN MY UTERUS, luxuriating in the pleasures and joys of pregnancy and childbirth, and raising said human to be the adorable (and not-at-all-exhausting) toddler he is today.
And I think I got another kid too around here somewhere. And also a husband, the infamous Dad and Buried.
So let’s just say three – I’ve been busy raising THREE children. But I digress…
For the past week or so, ever since the baseball incident, Detective Munch has been at the top of his game.
He’s been on his best behavior, in a good mood, helpful with The Hammer, cooperative with us. There’s been nary a fit or whine-fest, and we only almost missed the school bus once. It’s kind of scary. He’s been so good it’s almost like our parenting is paying off!
This is when I need to remind myself not to get cocky, kid. Stay woke!
My son got hit in the face with a baseball the other day.
This would have been terrible on its own, but the fact that it happened right in the middle of me scolding him for being a pain in the ass made it even worse.
It’s not easy being a disciplinarian when your kid is crying in pain.