Shrapnel
Did you hear that? Not a thud. It was much louder than that. Not a pop exactly either. However it sounded, it was indeed the Exploding of My Head.
Nothing interesting or funny to report tonight. Have been dealing with the Night Toddler Discipline Ate My Soul for the past five hundred hours and it is starting to get to me. Long boring story where we made a ridiculous threat where if she didn't do what we asked her to do we would put her to bed blah blah blah and she didn't and we did and it was 5:00 and I am stubborn so we listened to wailing for hours and then we cried because, the screaming? WE COULD NO TAKE IT ONE MORE SECOND. So we let her out. And she commenced more of The Not Listening that had started the whole mess and we regretted our softiness (is that a word?) and there was much woe in the house of Wage-Stein.
From there things got worse and she had the upper hand and we are total failures as parents because we DID NOT FOLLOW THROUGH, even though we were WRONG and oh my God when she is fifteen and runs away to become a prostitute we will be able to trace the downward spiral to THIS NIGHT and shake our fists at each other and say: Why did we not pay attention to the Supernanny in 2007 and FOLLOW THROUGH? Now our daughter will have to die of syphilis without her diploma because we LET HER GET OUT OF BED.
Now do you understand the head explosion. Go fish. We'll try this again tomorrow. (Also, would really like to someday not misspell the word 'tomorrow' each and every freaking time I write it. Thank you spell check!)
Nothing interesting or funny to report tonight. Have been dealing with the Night Toddler Discipline Ate My Soul for the past five hundred hours and it is starting to get to me. Long boring story where we made a ridiculous threat where if she didn't do what we asked her to do we would put her to bed blah blah blah and she didn't and we did and it was 5:00 and I am stubborn so we listened to wailing for hours and then we cried because, the screaming? WE COULD NO TAKE IT ONE MORE SECOND. So we let her out. And she commenced more of The Not Listening that had started the whole mess and we regretted our softiness (is that a word?) and there was much woe in the house of Wage-Stein.
From there things got worse and she had the upper hand and we are total failures as parents because we DID NOT FOLLOW THROUGH, even though we were WRONG and oh my God when she is fifteen and runs away to become a prostitute we will be able to trace the downward spiral to THIS NIGHT and shake our fists at each other and say: Why did we not pay attention to the Supernanny in 2007 and FOLLOW THROUGH? Now our daughter will have to die of syphilis without her diploma because we LET HER GET OUT OF BED.
Now do you understand the head explosion. Go fish. We'll try this again tomorrow. (Also, would really like to someday not misspell the word 'tomorrow' each and every freaking time I write it. Thank you spell check!)
posted by Kirsten at
8:18 PM
5 Comments:
I totally understand! Follow through seems so easy on TV- much like skateboarding, wrestling crocodiles, and algebra.
Mental note: Next birthday wish is for the power of follow through.
Haaaa, it took me years upon years to spell tomorrow right. I still can't spell definitely...or definetely...or whatever.
Score:
kid 1
parents 0
You can't win 'em all. Next time, try steeling yourself with a pitcher of margaritas.
Follow-through really sucks sometimes...then again, sometimes it totally makes you feel like a bad-ass gunslinger.
Not sure if that's appropriate, but there you go...
You could always drop-kick her across the room. Just do it with love....
Seriously, though? I NEVER FOLLOWED THROUGH, and my children are complete angels. Or something. Anyway they are FUN!!!!
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