Scandel gets it right. ;)

[roxy]

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

I laughed when I read this because I heard myself telling my kid some of this stuff. Especially "You musta lost your damn mind." or, "Oh, you grown now? You think you grown? Imma show you how grown you *think* you are." At that point--sprint, because it's on. But the children know, if they actually try to run, it better be out of state because nothing on this planet is faster than a pissed off mom. She can be wildly overweight and smoke ten packs a day, but if you run, she will catch your ass.

*sigh* And then they grow up and you can't tell them anything. :)

Comments

[tabaqui]

Heeeeeee! Oh, man.

My actual favorite thing to say to the Monstrous Bebe (a thing that's only *said*, never done) is - 'I'm going to beat you with sticks.'

When i'm *really* pissed i try not to say anything because mostly i just cuss. Heh.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

Oh my god--you are such a good mother, you make me ashamed, lol! But just to be clear--I never beat my kid with sticks either! *GGG*

[tabaqui]

BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

I figure just shouting curse words is pretty pointless. I do tend to slam things around a little - doors, drawers, shoes that i just tripped over for the TENTH FUCKING TIME into the closet.

HOMG, the shoes.

And, now - did your girls do this? Did they try on fifteen different things, and take them off, inside out, and drop them in a heap, and then LEAVE THEM THERE when they finally figured out what they were doing to wear? Jayzus, that drives me NUTSO.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

SHOES OMG! Do they reproduce or something? I'm always tripping over pairs and pairs! So annoying! (but it's even more annoying when I go to kick them across the room, all gearing up for the screaming and the cursing and then look down to see they're mine...grr.)

Girrrrl, I remember the mountain of clothing, omg. You know, they did that in their rooms and that was a fight I was not having. I just shut the door. But when those discarded outfits started ending up in the wash because BG thought if clothing touched the floor however *briefly*, it was dirty. And should be washed. It took me a few dozen loads to figure out what was going on, lol! That's when she learned how to run the washer and dryer. Best lesson ever! :D Aaaand she's still bitter to this day--especially when she found out she'd been the only one out of her crowd of friends that had had to do laundry. Shoo, I can't help it if their moms weren't on it like me. *GRINS*

[tabaqui]

DRIVES ME NUTSO! Bebe *will not* put the damn things away and i swear, she wears five pair a day, wth.

I can kinda-sorta do the 'close the door' thing but....she's a slob. She drops clean clothes on the floor and then treads on them/spills things on them/lets the cats nest in them and that is *not on*. So, yeah - put the damn clean clothes away,sheesh.

Heeeeeeeeeeee. You da bomb mom. :)

[fufaraw]

"Jump up on a chair and slap you silly!" I am a wee short woman and I have tall boys. Or, even more joking, "Jump up on a chair and smack you in the knee!" That one usually gets a pat on the head. And a huge hug. Not so much with the discipline.

Oh the histrionic performances I delivered when they were teenagers, the scenery chewing, especially when their friends were present. Thing was, I usually got my point across *and* made them laugh, so, win-win. Really serious stuff? Eyeball to eyeball and no punches pulled. I get quiet, they pay attention. They didn't always follow through, but they did listen.

[roxymissrose.livejournal.com]

LOL!!!

I can't *imagine* trying to deal with boys! My mom was also a wee short woman and my brother's a tall guy. I remember my brother used to kind of just roll his eyes at my mom without actually rolling them. It was a good trick!

It is true, isn't it? The quieter you get, the more nervous everyone else gets. *G*

Children--they make life really interesting. ;)