What makes one a parent? Is it the simple act of creating another life? Or is it having days like the one I’m having today? It started with coming out of my bedroom to find the kid at the top of the stairs holding a dog biscuit up above his head and the dog about to jump up at him from the stair above (the kid was one step down from the top) and about to knock him down the entire flight backwards.
Said kid has been frustrated all day by one thing after another, and screaming his head off (as he is now) and testing my limits as he does it.
The second time he tried to kill himself today (I’m saying this is the second, because things come in threes and I want it to be over already) he decided he wasn’t going to eat today. At all. I had visions of him ending up in hospital hooked up to an IV because his heart can’t handle dehydration.
And then (you’ll really get a kick out of this one) he pulled the power cord out of his laptop (still plugged into the wall) and decided it might be yummy. He actually put it in his mouth before I noticed. !!!!!
If being stressed out means being a parent to a child who doesn’t realize how self-destructive he’s being, and actually staying with him while he practically kills me, then apparently I’m a parent.
I actually thought about recording him but I don’t want my audience to hate me. You’re welcome.
P.S. In case you’re not sure how to take this post, I’m still smiling. Smile with me. We’re all still alive.
This madness post is part of Stream of Consciousness Saturday. Click the link and join in today! https://lindaghill.com/2016/05/06/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-716/
May 9, 2016 at 11:47 am
Kids hey, love ’em to bits but sometimes they do drive you crazy!
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May 11, 2016 at 9:33 am
Indeed they do!
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May 9, 2016 at 5:25 am
When we were kids, my sister was dangling a tape measure down the middle of the stairwell at home. My brother happened to be wandering past downstairs and casually yanked on the end of the tape as he did so. Cue my sister doing a quick somersault over the bannisters and landing on her head in the hallway below.
She was fine, fortunately, but my mum went into meltdown, hahaha.
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May 11, 2016 at 9:32 am
Amazing she wasn’t killed! I bet your mum had nightmares after that.
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May 11, 2016 at 11:23 am
She missed it actually happening. To this day, I don’t think she knows exactly why my sister was sitting on the stairs looking puzzled and crying, we thought it best just to tell mum “she fell downstairs”
But yeah, she wasn’t thrilled.
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May 11, 2016 at 11:27 am
Good decision. Since there was no real harm done, you saved your mum a lot of grief. Sometimes I wish my kids had been more dishonest…
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May 8, 2016 at 5:49 pm
Wow, what a day! Glad you all survived, mostly unscathed.
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May 11, 2016 at 9:30 am
Thank you, Lori. 🙂
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May 8, 2016 at 8:02 am
Write a journal chronicling all the nervous breakdowns they try to give you then give it to them the day they become a parent, there are days I want to put my son in a velcro onesie and fix him to the carpet so he can’t move to get into any more trouble 😀
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May 8, 2016 at 11:17 am
Hahaha! What an excellent idea! *starts sewing* 😀
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May 7, 2016 at 10:48 pm
https://acookingpotandtwistedtales.com/2016/05/08/not-a-piece-of-cake-streams-of-consciousness-saturday/
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May 7, 2016 at 6:49 pm
Hugs💛💛💛
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May 8, 2016 at 11:18 am
Thank you, Daisy. 🙂
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May 7, 2016 at 6:36 pm
Having followed you through April A-to-Z, I’d say you’re a pretty darn good parent.
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May 8, 2016 at 11:18 am
Thank you, Dan. 🙂 Your encouragement is greatly appreciated.
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May 7, 2016 at 6:00 pm
Not Dead Yet! Oh Linda God takes special care of children. He must or I’d’ve been so dead so many times it would be hard to count. You know when I was 15 I was working weekends for a bakery, as a helper on the delivery trucks. One day I was paired with a new guy who drove and I knew the route and all the paperwork. It was a frigid Saturday in February and we were doing a rural route, following the road as it twisted and turned along the shore of a big lake. I was dressed with heavy winterwear,layered, and I sat on the wide dash with my back to the windshield as there was only the driver’s seat in each truck. We were chatting away,doing about 50mph, when we came to a right turn. As I watched, the driver turned the wheel but the truck didn’t turn. He started cranking as hard and fast as he could and still the truck headed right for the guard rail with just huge rocks and then lake beyond. At the last second as the bumper brushed the guard rail, the steering caught and the truck lurched hard right. the wheel was all the way over and the truck tried to pirouette in the road way, ending up rolling on its side, throwing me out through the windshield, and continuing to roll side over roof, over side over bottom,over side, over roof,and finally over side. I woke up in the ditch without a single scratch on me. I ran down the road and I found the driver pretty beat up with broken limbs in the inside corner of the truck, covered with metal racking. I ran to a nearby farm house and called for help. It turned out that the worm gear in the steering box had a flaw in the metal from the manufacturer and it had broken – no one to blame. The new driver never came back.
That was just one of many brushes with death when I was young Linda – God is Gracious.
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May 8, 2016 at 11:22 am
Wow! Were you ever lucky! Glad you’re still here to tell the tale. Your mom must have been in worse shape than I am after that.
Thanks for sharing, Paul.
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May 7, 2016 at 5:55 pm
Kids. I looked out the window one morning to see my daughter who was six with a rope around her neck and on the swing. You guessed it, the rope was tied to a cross bar. If she had flown off the swing….ew I don’t even want to think about it. I think I wet my pants running to stop her.
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May 7, 2016 at 6:11 pm
Wow. You have to wonder if there’s really someone or something whispering in our ears to check the kids right at the critical moments, eh?
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May 8, 2016 at 8:55 am
I have experienced that whisper a number of times.
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May 7, 2016 at 6:51 pm
That is horrific 😱😨😵
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May 8, 2016 at 8:54 am
I know right?
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May 7, 2016 at 5:43 pm
Yep, definitely a parent! Well done.
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May 7, 2016 at 6:09 pm
Hehe. Thanks, Pamela. 🙂
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May 7, 2016 at 5:32 pm
Oh the madness kids drive you to…!
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May 7, 2016 at 6:09 pm
I know!!! Isn’t it great? 🙄
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May 7, 2016 at 6:16 pm
Exhaustingly so!!!!
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