Thursday, June 21, 2007

Can I Tell You Something?

My kids are brats.

They fight, they scream when the don't get their way, they smoke non filters, they don't listen to a blasted word I say, they bite each other regularly, they stay out all night drinking and sleeping around, and I'M TIRED OF IT.

I know I should be writing this post about why their brattiness is really about me and my own shortcomings as a parent, and I'm sure it is. I'm sure it's not the actual brattiness that bugs me, but the way the brattiness reflects on my sucky parenting. But I'm too tired to write about that. Instead I just want to complain, ok?

Sure, they are cute kids. Beautiful, funny, smart (too smart, maybe, thanks to the brainiac husband- Hi David!). The last 4 years, under the tutelage of Profs. Kate and Joan Green, I have learned more about love, devotion, patience, and gratitude than I knew was possible. I have been a good and humble student, doing my homework, getting extra credit for reading aloud and snuggling often. I have kept my studies at the forefront of my priorities, going 16 months without ever leaving them for more than a few hours. I have redone assignments and corrected my mistakes. I've completed the Suggested Reading List- tons and tons of parenting books and blogs and websites. And yet. They are brats.

And Marin, living here in Bratville, will probably soon be a brat too. I want to shield her eyes from the blinding bratness, lest she burn her retinas. But she sees. Every day.

*Sigh* You know I love them dearly, right? I just need peace around here. Some unity, some loving of thy sister. Or mother. Maybe they'll let me bum a smoke.

5 comments:

Your Little Cutter and Paster said...

I had to laugh and cry at the same time! It's quite refreshing to hear that I'm not the only one who has less than favorable moments with my children.
As we've said before - we should all be in a commune - women together in a small village. Helping each other out...
sitting by Firechief David's fire under a rain fly while passing around a smoke and toasting our drinks to motherhood.
I love ya...hang in there!

Mommy Brain said...

LOL! I, too, have read a lot of parenting books. But what I really need is the book titled "how to raise A. and R." because every kid is so different. Sheesh, my "identical" twins are nothing alike.

Hang in there. It's not a reflection on you. I was reading a funny post over at Looky, Daddy (http://www.lookydaddy.com/weblog/2007/06/dear-the-dadwhe.html) which mentions that in some african culture the upbringing of twins is "more permissive than that of other children." They have some cultural/symbolic reason for this. Looky,Daddy points out that his own interpretation is: until he gets some more help the twins can do whatever they want. :-)

I'm sure you're an excellent parent. Keep blogging, it's great therapy!

Shauna said...

Ha ha! And I'm so sorry.

Marie Green said...

Ha, ha, ha. Under a rain fly that David made. I'll have to tell that story sometime on this blog...

Also, LOVE the idea of letting do whatever they want, until I get more help. That's going to be my new motto.

Today is better. Thanks you guys.

Doulala said...

OMG! I'm cracking up! I could have written this post myself! HA HA HA!!!