I love my kids. I truly do. I know they love me too...but they don't like me a lot of the time. And I don't give a shit. In fact, in my mind that means I am doing my job right.
I am getting really tired of all these parents out there who do things in order to please their children, to look cool or make themselves feel good. What a bunch of idiots we have raising the next generation. The rest of us should all be afraid...very, very afraid.
I know parents who let their teenagers drink and smoke and party at home. No lie. What the hell are they thinking? How do you teach your child to become a responsible adult when you yourself are a complete dipshit?
Doing things in order to please your child is like letting the monkeys run the zoo...not such a great idea and bound to fail. We as parents are supposed to set the example and lead the way...not sit on our asses and give in to some snotty ass kids demands because saying yes is so much easier than saying no. NO is my favorite parental word. Two little letters that mean oh so much.
No means I have made a decision. No means I am in charge. No means you better do as you are told. No means I have the upper hand. No means you are my subordinate. No means NO.
I wish these nitwits who have created these spoiled brats would just stop the madness. Stop giving them the newest, fanciest phones...especially when they continually lose them. Stop making their bedrooms into little palaces filled with whatever their little black hearts desire...especially because these kids with computers and internet are turning into hoochies and pervs. Stop letting them wear whatever they want and buy it from anywhere they want...especially because they don't pay for it and they sure don't appreciate it.
It pains me that these people don't have enough intelligence to think ahead and understand the ramifications of what they are doing. Sure, you go ahead and be the the "cool" parents for now. You certainly will never win Parent of the Year, but I can promise, you are definitely in the running for Idiot of the Year. In fact, I am going to nominate a whole slew of dummies when I am done here.
Trust me, I am well aware that I myself am not Parent of the Year material myself. It's not for lack of effort though. I make my kids eat what I cook...and my cooking ain't grand, so I understand how painful this can be. I make them wear clothing from stores that have "mart" in the title. Insanity, I know. I have bedtimes and make them be in BED at the predetermined TIME. I have them do chores and do not give rewards for doing what they should be doing. No one gives me a dollar for putting my dirty undies in the hamper, why the hell would I give you one? I make sure that my cell phone, television, and computer are all nicer than whatever my offspring have...I am the adult, I buy my own things, it's my right.
There are days my kids make me want to lock them in a cage...or lock myself in a closet. Kids do that. It's their job. So that way, when they move out, as much as we will miss them, we will also be glad to have that part of parenting over and done!
Until that lovely day, many years from now, I have work to do. I don't always want to get up off my duff and miss the end of whatever show I might be watching just to make sure the kids are indeed cleaning their rooms. I never feel like reminding them that they don't get a toy at the store unless they have earned their allowance. I don't like cooking for them 90% of the time, when it's sooo much easier to order out or pop something in the microwave.
However, I am not a moron, douche, or asshole. So I do what I am supposed to do as a GOOD parent. And will continue to do it, for my entire life. To all of you who do the complete opposite, I would like to wish you luck in dealing with your spoiled, selfish monsters as they grow into self-absorbed entitled adults...but I don't feel like it. I'm far too tired from having just parented all day.
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