The moment you announce that you’re pregnant, you are inundated with unsolicited advice about every and anything coming from every direction.
How many of you when you were younger, and probably while being scolded by your parents swore, “when I become a parent I will be the best I can be. I will love my baby, provide everything he/she needs. I will never shout at or spank my kid; I will be their best friend!?”
So school is in full swing, son has advanced to grade six and we all know what that means right? Homework! And not just any homework, the dreaded math homework!
Growing up, my mom had this amazing super power of not getting sick whenever I’d get infected with the most contagious of whatever virus was rife at the time.
Do you remember when you learned about the types of families in school? We all fantasized about having the idyllic nuclear family; a mommy, a daddy, and three perfect angels–a boy, a girl and a puppy, (what, you didn’t?).
Single parenting isn’t easy, so excuse me if I break out the fireworks, confetti, party poppers, spiked punch and throw myself a commando party in celebration of longer sleeping hours, turned down pots and no kid!
Now, I am the mother of an awesome 11 y.o boy whom I love to crumbly bits and pieces. He is a great sport, no, really, he is. Thoughtful, considerate, loving, kind, selfless, obedient, helpful, does his chores without instruction — the perfect kid! Wait, what? I have to wake up now? I’m not readyContinue reading “Sometimes Kids are Complete and Utter Assholes!”