Posts Tagged ‘Parenthood’

Today’s Internal Monologue

November 22, 2017

People knew I was kidding yesterday, right?  L’s Mother certainly did, and that’s the important thing, but still . . . I hate it when a joke falls flat.

Ah well, hazards of humor and all that.

After telling my son at least twice today that if he has something to say to me, he needs to come tell me and not shout it from across the house, did I really just shout across the house to tell him something?  Yes . . . yes, I did.  Time to walk over to him and apologize for doing that to try to get back a little closer to the “do as I do” ideal.  Still working on this whole “parenthood” thing.

Ah well, when he starting talking about how he could change his name to anything he wanted, I didn’t suggest “Monkey Breath” out loud, so I’ve got that going for me, at least.

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What Went Wrong (Part Two)

November 9, 2017

The other mistake was all mine (Sorry, kiddo.), and I’m hoping by mentioning it here that I’ll actually learn from it this time.  (For the record, son, I’ve tried to learn from this mistake before, even thought I had learned from it on more than one occasion, but despite the ideal of “never make the same mistake twice,” some lessons we all end up coming back to more than once.)

The mistake was deceptively simple:  By trying to make things better, I ended up making them worse; more specifically, by trying to head off my son before he got himself into serious trouble with me, I ended up guaranteeing he got into serious trouble with me.  The basic idea is sound, and works up to a point, but once we both pass a certain mutual frustration level, well . . . to say “it doesn’t work so well anymore” is a bit like saying a car “doesn’t work so well anymore” after its gas tank explodes.

I think I’ll spare myself the public chastisement of the details how this became abundantly clear to me, but it was . . . humbling, to say the least.

So after that realization, while I’ll still give warnings to my son to give him a chance to self-correct, beyond a certain point I’m doing my best to remember that he has been warned, and it’s actually less frustrating for all of us in the long run if I just skip the “Are you sure this is how you want to do this?” step.  This is something I’ve long known . . . when calm.

Here’s hoping this time the lesson continues to stick during the times when I’m . . . less calm.

Explaining The Tone

November 6, 2017

I’m presuming that people noticed that around Thursday of last week my entries here started to take on a certain . . . tone in the sense that At the Mountains of Madness has a “tone.”

Remember when I said the plan was to go back to Disney sometime?  Well . . . it happened . . .

I’m Still (Mostly) Kidding

November 3, 2017
So I really was kidding yesterday.
Even though I thought that was obvious.
Nevertheless I wanted to be clear.
Don't think that things are that bad.
Honestly I feel pretty lucky.
Every day brings new challenges, of course.
Like every day though, you just have to persevere.
Perseverance isn't always easy though.

Yep . . . Good Old Groening . . .

November 2, 2017

While Matt Groening is most famous for The Simpsons, I used to enjoy his Life in Hell comic strip as well.  Why do I mention this, you ask?  Oh . . . no reason . . . really . . .

But as I browse the list of Life in Hell books, I see Groening never got around to publishing a Parenthood is Hell book.  I wonder if he ever will.

Perhaps he just needs the right collaborator.

“Yes, I Mean It.” (Part Three)

October 26, 2017

Amazingly enough, that was the turning point of the whole trip, so in the final hours of our last day, we braved the heat and the crowd to see a Stormtrooper procession, stood in two more long lines to meet other Star Wars characters, and there was no significant complaining from my son.  (He’s still six, after all, but he complained less than I would have been if I was verbalizing my internal monologue, so I definitely call that a win.)

More importantly, he had fun!  I didn’t . . . but there’s always next time.

“Next time?” I hear some of you asking.  “You mean you’ll actually be going back?”

That’s the plan.

“Yes, I Mean It.” (Part Two)

October 25, 2017

Suddenly my son wanted to stay, so after stressing the importance/requirement of him being on his best behavior and, more importantly, no more griping, I asked him what he wanted to do next.

He wanted to see BB-8.

Once I figuratively picked myself up off the floor, I asked him if he understood that the line for that was easily thirty minutes long (i.e., two to three times longer than the lines he’d been complaining about).

He said he did.

So with enthusiasm equal to a man asked to pick the color of guillotine he wanted for his upcoming execution, as a test of my son’s commitment, I agreed to go stand in line with him to see BB-8, and all the while I’m thinking, “There’s no way he’s going to pull this off.”

But he did.

“Yes, I Mean It.” (Part One)

October 24, 2017

As I mentioned yesterday, my family’s Disney World experience was . . . less than ideal.  To give you just a sampling of my son’s complaints:  “It’s too hot!” (It was definitely warm.); “It’s too crowded!” (I’ve seen worse . . . a lot worse, but I’ll admit that he hadn’t.); “The lines are too long!” (We had limited time, so we only stood in lines we could get FastPasses for, so . . . do the math yourself on that one.); and so on and so on.

You get the idea.

Even understanding that much of this was new to him, by the second day when we’d made a special trip so he could see the various Star Wars related attractions and he still wasn’t impressed, I was ready to call it.  A fair shot had been given, but if he didn’t want to be there, I was never one for “mandatory fun time” anyway, so we could pack it up, go home, and never come back.

The “never come back” part, however, inexplicably gave him pause where nothing else had.

I Did, For One

October 23, 2017

Some of what I posted last week may show more cohesive context with the understanding that last week my family and I went to Disney World.

It was NOT an ideal experience.

This is not a customer complaint, but a parental one.  It turns out not every kid likes Disney World after all.

Who knew?

My New Definition Of “Mixed Emotions”

October 11, 2017

The state of emotion after having one’s sleep disrupted over half a dozen times because their child wasn’t feeling well, only to be woken up by said child at first light to be informed that they are feeling “much better now.”