I will never be nominated for Mother of the year Award thread

[ChickenAlgebra]

I'm amazed at the busy bodies who feel that parents trying to raise responsible children who become responsible and mature adults are doing entirely the wrong thing.

 

[Chickangel79]

Thanks guys, I was so cross. I am just trying to bring my children up to be polite and well behaved and people look at you like you are a monster! I would like to see how their children behaved behind closed doors lol. I must admit my other half was more mortified than my children when I opened my mouth ! X

 

[4Hchickenproject]

Last day of school I yelled for everyone to get in the van, I grabbed a couple things on my way out, and we started down the road. Phone rings. At the stop sign I answer. It's my husband, who ALWAYS forgets something last-minute, so, rolling my eyes and thinking, "What now?!" I very sweetly answer. Me: "Hey. Whatcha need?" Him: "Does [youngest child] have school today?"

Me: "Yes... they ALL have school today...?"

Him: "Well, he's standing in the back yard playing with the chickens."

Uh oh....

 

[CrzyChicLady]

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[ChickenAlgebra]

4H, I'm sorry, but I am laughing so hard at that. Bet your kid was going to be happy to miss school and stay home with the chickens!

Chickangel - my DH is often the one embarrassed when I call someone out in public. The kids just roll their eyes and think "Mom is at it again".

I'm not going to say my kids are perfect - for the record, one of them put a bull frog in the washer to see what would happen the other week. Didn't turn it on, just wanted to see if he could get his sister who was going to be doing laundry shortly to freak out. She did.

But they are overall GOOD kids. They may do stupid things. They may be slightly obnoxious towards siblings. They may drive DH and me up the walls. But they aren't out causing problems, I don't hear from teachers how horrible they are in class, I don't have to worry about if they are going to throw food at a nice dinner, things like that.

But the sheer number of people who go "I wish my kids were that well mannered" but when I correct the kids for being rowdy or naughty or whatever, "How can you stifle their minds?" is what they ask. Ok, you can't have both. You can't let your kids run the house and have well mannered kids.

 

[ChillinWithThePeeps]

Hi! My name is Kym and I am a yeller...

I only yell once I have nicely repeated myself 4-5 times, but it always seems to get to that.

How many times to I have to ask my 5 year old child to brush her teeth, put on her skirt, shirt, underwear, glasses, flip flops (not necessarily in that order) so we can leave the house? My DD is very strong willed, opinionated, emotional, funny, loving, stubborn and SMART. At 5, she tries to negotiate. So here is my "I will never be nominated story"- While in Target one afternoon, DD who is 4 at the time starts to have a coniption fit because we are buying a birthday present for a friend and she wants the toy, too. I tell her that I am not buying her anything, as we had just been to Build A Bear the day before and that I am only buying the present. She starts to beg VERY loudly and the crying ensues. She is sitting in the buggy, but I go on shopping like I can't hear her which only makes her get louder. I finally (through gritted teeth) ask her "Do we need to go to the bathroom for a chat?" *read-not a good thing* She says in her sassiest voice possible, "Why, do you need to go potty?"

I tell her that if we go to the bathroom, it is not going to be good for her! (I threaten, threaten, threaten but never actually do...*Sigh*) She quiets down, finally, and we proceed to the checkout and head home. Later that night, my hubby made DD mad and she asked him if "he wanted to go to the bathroom for a chat and that it wasn't going to be good for him...." Oh My Goodness.... She has since repeated this to my Mother In Law, My Mom, Her Teacher,....

 

[sparkles2307]

Hmmmmm lets see, I let my kids play in cow poop and swim in the ditch in their underwear....

I make them clean the bathroom.

I make them eat green things.

If they come to me asking for a band aid I ask "is it dripping? No? then you don't need one." and if they hurt them selves generally I tell them "if you're not bleeding out your ears you'll be just fine."

I also don't let them eat candy more than twice a week, and I make them earn it when they do.

Oh and the meanest thing EVER, I make them feed the bottle calf.

ETA: I'm slightly PMSing right now so I did yell at them last night to "close the ever loving door for cripes sakes!"...

 

[CrzyChicLady]

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Love it!

 

[ChillinWithThePeeps]

One more story, DD has never liked to shop, but I had to take her (3 years old) to Wal Mart one day for groceries, so while I was power shopping, she somehow took a new tube of cherry chapstick out of my purse and ate the WHOLE thing without me noticing until we hit the checkout. The tube says KEEP OUT OF REACH OF CHILDREN and the cap was missing (OMG! Did she swallow the cap, too?!?!?!?). I FREAKED out, started crying, called poison control, had the manager of Wal Mart trying to calm me down..It was ugly. DD sitting in the buggy happy as a clam, her face covered in chapstick. Poison Control said "she would have to eat like 10 tubes for it to be bad for her, but that she should have no trouble pooping for the next couple days". I felt like the worst parent that day....On the bright side, she was good through the whole store and I found the cap in my purse later that day!

I also took her Black Friday shopping when she was 1...at 2 am.....to Wal Mart....She was P*SSED to be away from her warm bed, surrounded by loud, crazy people in a D*AMN store... She screamed and cried until I took her home... Didn't get the Award that year, either.... What was I thinking?

 

[teach1rusl]

My "Mother of the Year Award - NOT" moment was fifteen years ago. My son was 3 1/2, and I was newly divorced and more than a little depressed about the changes in my life. I was in a masters program that required me to work in a classroom during the day (no pay of course) and take classes a few evenings a week. After working all day, hitting the grocery store on the way home, picking my son up, fixing dinner and doing laundry, etc., etc., etc., I was wore out, physically and mentally. I was just finishing up doing dishes, and knew that as soon as I put my son to bed I still needed to tackle a stack of school papers. Standing there at the sink, I glanced down and saw my son sitting there, eating pieces of dog food from my dog's grungy dog dish. My shining moment was sighing in exhaustion and saying "Damon - if you're going to eat dog food, at least eat it from the bag so it's clean." I remember crying that night about what a horrible mother I was...lol.