MumOfTwoBoys
01-01-2007, 14:38
I am sure I am the worst parent. Well, I mean among normal people; those starving their children or putting them in a dryer are out of the discussion.
I always wanted two children. I was almost sure that I wouldn't yell at them and would try distractions and simply-worded explanations. I would never forbid anything without a real reason... Etc. Well the dreaming part is over.
I find myself sliding into a serious depression (never thought it would come my way). I can't concentrate at work and my boss probably thinks that it was my clone at the initial interview. The phrase "the joy of parenting" sounds as rediculous to me as "compassionate and forgiving Bin-Laden" and I find myself irritated even before I open my eyes in the morning. I never thought that I could love to death and be irritated by the same person at the same time.
My nearly 7y.o manages to drive me nuts more efficiently than a 2.5 y.o who is appropriately and officially goes through "terrible twos". I am tired, exhausted, irritated... I completely lost any interest in life. I do things out of pure responsibility. I don't care how I look, I don't want to buy new clothes. I eat what is nearest in the fridge...
When DS1 was a toddler I used to take him to the playgroud every single day. He was extremely shy and I tried everything to expose him to other children. I never skipped a single playgroup session even during the Uni exam periods. I was there for him so it is not like he was a lonely child surrounded by expensive toys.
Now he is nearly seven. He never does anything unless I repeat the request at least 4 times and preferably yell. And I mean anything. He has a strange mixture of the ability to be geniunely happy for others and enjoy the misery of others. He smiles when a friend of his gets hurt :eek: He loves when I punish his brother. At the same time on many occasions he helped his school friend when she got hurt and was extremely happy when she got a student of the week badge. What is it?!?!? No matter how many times we tell him not to wake us up in the morning on the weekend he does it again and again. No reasoning works with this child! Sometimes I really think that I am talking to a wall. And mind you I still manage to stick to the rule of giving a logical reason for any 'no', i.e. "because I said so" is not used in our house. And still... Even simple things needs to be repeated every single time as if he never heard them before:Go to the toilet after you get up in the morning; make up your bed; sit properly at the table... He knows all that but still makes us say it million times. Trust me there is more I just don't want to bother you with this. The idea is that we cannot rely on him even in tiniest things and it's extremely exhausting and frustrating. It's irresistably sweet to watch a helpless baby but it is awfully frustrating to watch a helpless healthy 7 y.o.!
Then comes the topic of sibling rivalry. I won't bother you with the details I just hope that with some miracle we will avoid hospital Emergency for our youngest before he becomes a teenager. Sometimes they play nicely together but most of the time...
Sorry, it was so long and boring. It looks like I am not built for parenting...
I always wanted two children. I was almost sure that I wouldn't yell at them and would try distractions and simply-worded explanations. I would never forbid anything without a real reason... Etc. Well the dreaming part is over.
I find myself sliding into a serious depression (never thought it would come my way). I can't concentrate at work and my boss probably thinks that it was my clone at the initial interview. The phrase "the joy of parenting" sounds as rediculous to me as "compassionate and forgiving Bin-Laden" and I find myself irritated even before I open my eyes in the morning. I never thought that I could love to death and be irritated by the same person at the same time.
My nearly 7y.o manages to drive me nuts more efficiently than a 2.5 y.o who is appropriately and officially goes through "terrible twos". I am tired, exhausted, irritated... I completely lost any interest in life. I do things out of pure responsibility. I don't care how I look, I don't want to buy new clothes. I eat what is nearest in the fridge...
When DS1 was a toddler I used to take him to the playgroud every single day. He was extremely shy and I tried everything to expose him to other children. I never skipped a single playgroup session even during the Uni exam periods. I was there for him so it is not like he was a lonely child surrounded by expensive toys.
Now he is nearly seven. He never does anything unless I repeat the request at least 4 times and preferably yell. And I mean anything. He has a strange mixture of the ability to be geniunely happy for others and enjoy the misery of others. He smiles when a friend of his gets hurt :eek: He loves when I punish his brother. At the same time on many occasions he helped his school friend when she got hurt and was extremely happy when she got a student of the week badge. What is it?!?!? No matter how many times we tell him not to wake us up in the morning on the weekend he does it again and again. No reasoning works with this child! Sometimes I really think that I am talking to a wall. And mind you I still manage to stick to the rule of giving a logical reason for any 'no', i.e. "because I said so" is not used in our house. And still... Even simple things needs to be repeated every single time as if he never heard them before:Go to the toilet after you get up in the morning; make up your bed; sit properly at the table... He knows all that but still makes us say it million times. Trust me there is more I just don't want to bother you with this. The idea is that we cannot rely on him even in tiniest things and it's extremely exhausting and frustrating. It's irresistably sweet to watch a helpless baby but it is awfully frustrating to watch a helpless healthy 7 y.o.!
Then comes the topic of sibling rivalry. I won't bother you with the details I just hope that with some miracle we will avoid hospital Emergency for our youngest before he becomes a teenager. Sometimes they play nicely together but most of the time...
Sorry, it was so long and boring. It looks like I am not built for parenting...