Why Did I Have Kids?
A conversation from today:
Me: “Zach, you need to go clean your room. Clothes need to be folded and put in their drawers, books need put on their shelves, and toys need put in their bins. I’m tired of stepping on your toys when I put you to bed. One night I’ll probably get mad and start throwing your toys away that I’ve stepped on.” (keep in mind I’ve let this slide for at least a week)
Zach: (think angry and indignant teen voice) “Well then you don’t love me if you’re going to throw my toys away.”
Stomps off to bedroom to clean because I started counting to 3.
3 minutes later he comes out and stands at the top of the stairs and says “You don’t want to make me mad because-”
Me: “You don’t want to talk to me like that because I hold your happiness in the balance. Go clean your room. I’m tired of stepping on your toys every night.”
Zach: “You don’t love me!”
Me: “You don’t love your toys THAT much if you won’t clean them up!”
He didn’t slam the door because we’ve had that discussion where I’ll take the door off its hinges and he may or may not get it back. I guess that’s one thing where he actually figures I’m serious. Never mind that my husband and I follow through with everything else and have all of his 8 years. Evidently the rest is negotiable in his mind????? Frustrating to say the least.
Oh, AND, cleaning his room is part of his weekly chores that he gets his allowance for. We don’t normally get after him to do his chores, but rather mention it once, and if he does them, fine, and if not, then no allowance. He knows they’re there.
I also thought by having boys we’d avoid all this PMS-like behavior- the tantrums, the mood swings, the general acting like an ass. WRONG! And he’s only 8. The next 10 years should be just brilliant.
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So, did he clean up his room? We're going through the same thing with our older daughter. *sigh*
It sounds like you've got your hands full. I don't have any children myself, but I hear it gets worse before it gets better, maybe sometime after they pass 40. LOL
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Sounds like a conversation in my house. My kids take my threats and turn them around. Well, if you throw out my toys, then I'll hate you forever. Lovely.
Glad to see I'm not the only one who sometimes questions why I made these kids in the first place!
Wow, the same conversation happened in my house the other day, with just a few minor differences.
'Boys don't whine' they say.
'Boys are easier' they say.
"They" are STUPID and LIE.