Sometimes, I just don’t understand my kid. Mind you, I love him to pieces; but sometimes, oh sometimes, I feel like he’s some alien dropped down from another planet. We don’t seem to speak the same language and we definitely don’t have the same thinking processes. Some of this has to do with the fact that he has ADHD, some of it to do with him being male, and some of it to do with the fact that his hormones are starting to go crazy and have scrambled his brain. It happens to all children, just wait and see.
Specifically, these are my rants about my kid. I touched on this a bit on my facebook page, but I’ll say it again in case you aren’t my “friend” on fb. These are my top three rants about my kid.
- He doesn’t understand why it’s important to flush the toilet (or put the seat back down), but he can sit and watch The Science Channel and understand, with near-perfect clarity, what the hell it’s talking about when discussing quantum mechanics and physics.
- He can’t remember to put the gallon of milk back in the refrigerator, but he can rattle off, from memory, random facts about Albert Einstein.
- He can’t replace the toilet paper roll on the dispenser after using the last sheet, but he can build a Rube Goldberg Machine of epic proportions (and leave it scattered all over my living room floor).
I know my kid isn’t me. And I do sometimes have to keep reminding myself of that fact. But there are times when I just flat-out don’t understand him!
What about you? What are your parenting rants? (And if you try to tell me that nothing ever frustrates you and that everything is always sunshine and roses, I’ll know you are lying, or that you have a live-in nanny.)
3 comments:
as a summer nanny, here are my rants.
1. uh uh/ uh huh. I prefer yes or no, audibly, please. I really prefer not to ask three times before I understand your answer. (My parents are always grumbling about my mumbling, so I guess I had it coming to me.)
2. When we're cleaning up, why do you want to play with everything one more time before putting it away? Again, why it takes so long to clean my own house. Oh, I was going to finish this!
3. At least change out of your pajamas before your parents get home. (again, I write this in my pajamas five hours after I got up (the first time)).
1. I am uber-frustrated right now with my daughter's fashionableness. I'm pretty sure that's not a word, but whatevs. She is so incredibly picky about what she likes and what she doesn't like that I can't hardly buy clothes for her without her present, which is less fun, because of number 2.
2. From my grandfather she inherited what I will call hurryitis. She slows to an absolute crawl when she knows you are in a hurry, but rushes around like the house is on fire when you are trying to take your time with something.
1. Anya has developed the most trying habit of SHUSHING me when she doesn't like what I'm saying.
2. Daniel asks to watch TV/use the computer like every 5 minutes. I know I'm allowing too much screen time already because it's summer and I have NO sitters right now (sob) and they don't nap and we just plain run out of stuff to do and I need a break. And no matter how much I let them watch (I do limit it, just not enough), he always whines for more. Drives. me. nuts.
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