We try to co-exist in harmony, but the plain truth is that opposing forces are at work. No wonder parents feel exasperated all the time while the kids just rolls their eyes at us. It’s as if they are from Mars and we are from Venus. Like powerful magnetic fields, we are drawn to each other until someone turns the magnet around and it does that weird avoiding you thing. And apparently, it’s our job to convert these strange creatures into law-abiding grown-ups.
While we parents slave at trying to keep things calm, orderly, socially-acceptable, pleasant, clean, polite and educational, they are doing the exact opposite, including:
- Distributing teeny pieces of Legos all over the house.
- Picking their noses and wiping it somewhere that you are likely to find hours later.
- Not flushing the toilet.
- Writing on walls
- Yelling like Clone Wars invading banshees while you are trying to rest.
- Really really really really really wanting to buy new toys.
- Leaving dirty clothes wherever they happen to discard them.
- Stuffing their faces with sugary snacks 30 mins before dinner.
- Trying to fly ….
- Pouring a big glass of milk and justing drinking a little sip of it.
- Using the floor as a trash can.
- Using their top or sleeve to wipe their mouth and nose.
- Wearing your makeup.
- Eating play doh.
- Spreading [insert unsavory/messy item here e.g. powder, ketchup, diaper cream, lipstick, poop] wherever it’s not supposed to be spread
- Bringing their worm collection into the house.
- Saying “fine” or “whatever” and stomping off.
- Waking up early when you want them to sleep late.
- Sleeping late when you need them to get up early.
- Eating Jello on the couch.
- Creating light sabers or guns out of anything. Seriously, anything.
- Squirting way too much ketchup on their plates.
- Pushing each other’s buttons.
- Ignoring instructions.
- Stuffing their gobs too fast, then burping like a trucker.
- Eating food slower than a snail. Molecule by freaking molecule (especially if you are in a hurry).
- Default = I want.
- Finding a Sharpie & writing on the couch ( despite the fact you have 100s of washable markets !
Sound familiar? What’s a parent to do?
If you are reading on, thinking you’ll find the answers here, then I am sorry to disappoint. Fear not though; the glass is half full. See here’s the best part: we are all in this together!
And at some point, somehow, they become adults, no matter our attempts at restraining their beastly ways.