tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post2185373902811986381..comments2023-10-17T08:16:35.305-04:00Comments on That's Why: Adventures in Real Parenting: The Bitch Is Backlisahgoldenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158660223296807317noreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-19943407061283308942009-01-17T22:00:00.000-05:002009-01-17T22:00:00.000-05:00Beautiful piece. I loved reading your slice of lif...Beautiful piece. I loved reading your slice of life. (I recall a few years back a friend and I left Starbucks as he couldn't handle a screaming baby. After walking out he said he was so happy to not have kids. I thought, I am so ready for those problems.)Eebiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02318197747955046452noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-9041206242849537922009-01-17T14:32:00.000-05:002009-01-17T14:32:00.000-05:00How timely! I am enjoying a temporary retreat fro...How timely! I am enjoying a temporary retreat from my daughter's sleepover birthday party . . . which I am hosting ALONE because my husband suddenly had to go out of town for five days. I feel deeply jealous that your daughter chose to "be sick" instead of celebrate being 10 with her buds. There's always a silver lining, right?<BR/><BR/>It's weird, Lisa, but about 4 years ago I was working full-time and working on a Master's degree. I didn't have a spare minute -- and I had a permanent migraine. I was only a hair's-breadth from being BitchMom at all times. Despite this fact, one or more of my children were always getting mysterious sudden sinking spells which required being collected from school! Now that I am a stay-at-home Mom it never seems to happen anymore. Go figure.Beehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02375981493145612394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-88564960577679842952009-01-17T12:48:00.000-05:002009-01-17T12:48:00.000-05:00My first reaction is, is the girl a Pisces? That's...My first reaction is, is the girl a Pisces? That's typical behavior for most of them. I'm raising one so I speak from experience. <BR/><BR/>There's a reason I took him out of public school last year and decided to homeschool. No more nasty rages, no more "I'm soooooooo sick and can't go to school" days. Now if he stays up past midnight reading I don't worry about it. At least he's reading, which he didn't for most of the last 10 years. Not willingly, anyway. <BR/><BR/>If I could I'd say send her over here. My daughter's home this weekend and would love the company. Other than that, Randal's suggestion of headphones is what usually works for me.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-48503477394001339282009-01-17T09:44:00.000-05:002009-01-17T09:44:00.000-05:00My bet is the coming changes. My son went off the ...My bet is the coming changes. My son went off the deep end when I divorced his father and then less than a month later moved back to Cali from Virginia.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06698117410778232102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-55588673082640236372009-01-17T09:36:00.000-05:002009-01-17T09:36:00.000-05:00I wonder what this is actually all about. With her...I wonder what this is actually all about. With her, I mean, not with you. I get where you're coming from.Lemon Gloriahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07280085058516960260noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-30351731084700844642009-01-17T08:42:00.000-05:002009-01-17T08:42:00.000-05:00I don't call that being a Bitch. I call it being ...I don't call that being a Bitch. I call it being a smart, clever mother. Every once in a while I have to remind my children that I am far smarter, not only than they, but smarter than they could imagine me being. It's an important part of parenting.<BR/><BR/>My older daughter, who is standing next to me wondering what I'm doing, has a problem with a boy, Noel, who goes out of his way to say something mean to her every time he sees her. She was quite upset about it the other day, and my wife told Moriah the boy probably had a little crush on her and didn't know what to do. Moriah insisted that Lisa didn't know what she was talking about. I went and talked to Moriah and told her (a) the boy probably liked her; and (b) if she didn't like what he was doing, to just take a good long look in his eyes, put her hand on her hip, and say, "Why are you flirting with me?" Best to do it when he has a bunch of friends around, too. I don't know if she took my advice, but it put her on notice that Dad and Mom aren't quite the clueless old farts she things they are.Geoffrey Kruse-Saffordhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11242660591954094499noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-43106172138872926172009-01-17T08:08:00.000-05:002009-01-17T08:08:00.000-05:00Such depth in self understanding should not go unr...Such depth in self understanding should not go unrewarded. I'm sure Cupcake will thank you someday in the future.......NOT!willishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01169838727403996026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-89511564518543807102009-01-17T07:26:00.000-05:002009-01-17T07:26:00.000-05:00Shit...its not drive, its drink! Its such a bitch ...Shit...its not drive, its drink! <BR/><BR/>Its such a bitch being stoned and commenting sometimes.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06698117410778232102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-65582637947432586832009-01-17T07:25:00.000-05:002009-01-17T07:25:00.000-05:00Wow-fucking-wee!I think your post is so damn perfe...Wow-fucking-wee!<BR/><BR/>I think your post is so damn perfect I could take out a loan and print your works on raising a family. <BR/><BR/>Sadly, my credit rating isn't what it used to be..sorry. ;p<BR/><BR/>I bet you cave...not saying that you will, but I will run a pool on this issue for you if you like.. ;)<BR/><BR/>Thank Gawd I only had 'the boy'. That little bag of fuckery drove me to drive..of course I never really need a reason.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06698117410778232102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-32973043294392286142009-01-17T04:52:00.000-05:002009-01-17T04:52:00.000-05:00Smile, it could always rain, sleet or snow in DC o...Smile, it could always rain, sleet or snow in DC on Tuesday. :)Travelingman Rickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12044448017559143638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-3499469514189988502009-01-16T23:27:00.000-05:002009-01-16T23:27:00.000-05:00It all started with my youngest at about 9. Her al...It all started with my youngest at about 9. Her already headstrong personality took a dive into the negative and nasty. <BR/><BR/>Then the whole drama started with stomach pain and chest pain. We have been to doctors and the ER dozens of times for her ailments. She is unwilling to follow their protocols or take the meds they offer up. They can find nothing wrong anyway.<BR/><BR/>So is it stress? Manipulation? <BR/>I find it hard to give a damn after all this time. <BR/><BR/>She is now 15. I do try to cobntroll myself because I don't want to ruin our relationship. At some point I hope she will grow out of all the nastiness.<BR/><BR/>In the meantime, I do the same sort of stuff - no party, no phone, no internet. Just stick by your guns!! Consequences are important.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-36461666403168475482009-01-16T22:27:00.000-05:002009-01-16T22:27:00.000-05:00Kudos Lisa. Must add: this is why I am an aunt. ...Kudos Lisa. Must add: this is why I am an aunt. I love my nephew and nieces, but I don't know if I could do the parent thing. sounds exhausting.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-5822771358499594642009-01-16T21:40:00.000-05:002009-01-16T21:40:00.000-05:00And all I could think, when you mentioned the birt...And all I could think, when you mentioned the birthday thing, was, "I bet she's nine!" What a terrible age. We have terrific kids - all three of them - and we've had little trouble. But nine was the pits. Emotional, whiny, hot and cold and hot and cold, insecure, painfully shy all over again, roaring with anger, depressed... Wow. Our youngest just turned ten last week - what a relief.Steve Emeryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08628329561652344403noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-78239720713720828982009-01-16T21:13:00.000-05:002009-01-16T21:13:00.000-05:00God bless you for not breaking her knees.I'm SO gl...God bless you for not breaking her knees.<BR/><BR/>I'm SO glad to be past that bullshit.<BR/><BR/>Which is to say, Hang In There, Lisa, it'll get better, if you don't kill her first.The Cunning Runthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11480635074548499383noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-75618460435171164772009-01-16T20:58:00.000-05:002009-01-16T20:58:00.000-05:00It's funny, when you look back at these challengin...It's funny, when you look back at these challenging times, you will chuckle. Honest. DK is now 35 and I still remember how hard it was to be a mom.<BR/><BR/>Have a great weekend.SaoirseDaily2https://www.blogger.com/profile/08898482400940054190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-12475154816271963642009-01-16T20:47:00.000-05:002009-01-16T20:47:00.000-05:00as entertained as i was by your writing, lisa, i a...as entertained as i was by your writing, lisa, i also had horrible flashbacks to when i was a kid and would feign sickness to stay home from school. i hated school. it was a series of panic attacks, and i couldn't tell anyone for fear of being labeled <I>nuts</I>. i don't know cupcake, and i hope that this is not the case with her, but maybe it would be a good thing for her to talk to someone about why she doesn't want to go to school. let me just add that i hate when the knee-jerk reaction to anything a kid does is to take them to therapy, but it really was my first reaction.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-63233218443258566142009-01-16T20:45:00.000-05:002009-01-16T20:45:00.000-05:00well done, sweet bitchmom...you really have them a...well done, sweet bitchmom...you really have them all fooled! and good one with the bday!<BR/><BR/>I did this to one of my kids once(and I think it was the baby girl too) and it turned out<BR/>she had walking pneumonia - I felt so guilty and she has never let me forget it either...another time, same kid, she had a piece of metal in her eye and we didn't go in to the doctor because she wasn't complaining about it.... <BR/><BR/>what a relief they are all grown and I no longer have to be a "mom" in quite the same way....who knows what would happen!<BR/><BR/>((((lisa)))) I will pray for you, dear...L'Adelaidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10725322054223364858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-46446235348273682732009-01-16T20:32:00.000-05:002009-01-16T20:32:00.000-05:00Fuckery indeed! So you do know what I mean by the...Fuckery indeed! So you do know what I mean by the reflexive verbal bitch slap. Humm. Humm!<BR/><BR/>Poor Mathman. His youngest daughter is his mother and then there's well, bitchmom.Utah Savagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16385093247915560752noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-38252581284829896892009-01-16T18:50:00.000-05:002009-01-16T18:50:00.000-05:00My take on it is with Mathman gone, you can lock e...My take on it is with Mathman gone, you can lock everyone in the basement. ha,ha - kidding - but not really - yeah, I am.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-19502738103844138722009-01-16T18:48:00.000-05:002009-01-16T18:48:00.000-05:00I used to do the same thing, but I usually waited ...I used to do the same thing, but I usually waited until the middle of girl scout overnights to get fake sick. My son did the fake sick thing at the beginning of third grade, and after the third time, I realized he was right, his teacher was freaking nuts. I got him the hell out of her class immediately after that.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-41018147664882156712009-01-16T17:39:00.000-05:002009-01-16T17:39:00.000-05:00Let the beatings commence!!You could always use th...Let the beatings commence!!<BR/><BR/>You could always use that old stand-by: Wait until your father gets home! No, really, wait right there and don't move or speak until your father gets home. Wednesday. Well, no, better not bug him until Thursday morning...want a chair or something?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-22694598175908018132009-01-16T17:05:00.000-05:002009-01-16T17:05:00.000-05:00Although Star Trek does provide helpful metaphors,...Although Star Trek does provide helpful metaphors, allegories and life lessons, even on the one with the most children - The Next Generation - parenting is only addressed in reference to Klingons.<BR/><BR/>I only have one kid and I still feel outnumbered.PENolanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17920921974302444898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-74532376222997098192009-01-16T16:29:00.000-05:002009-01-16T16:29:00.000-05:00I'm often left to solo command and have learne...I'm often left to solo command and have learned important lessons. <BR/><BR/>Having almost put myself over the proverbial cliff trying to exercise control and standards, I've changed my tact and taken a steady ship approach. <BR/>Keeping my own sanity is now the most important goal. <BR/>Before He takes the trip, I inform Them (12 & 10) that I will remind but not hector or argue with them them to do homework. If it doesn't get done, that'll be their issue with the teacher.<BR/><BR/>Other rules too are relaxed - bedtimes stretch a bit and there might be a little more TV time.<BR/><BR/>I include them in my conspiracy. This leads to good will and co-operation. Promises are made not to tell!<BR/><BR/>When he comes back, it all snaps back to normal and there are lots of winks and nudges. And I am not feeling like a wrung out old dishrag.Gifted Typisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11847472209048585938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-11495623898108908052009-01-16T15:56:00.000-05:002009-01-16T15:56:00.000-05:00I hate it that the men and fathers in the family b...I hate it that the men and fathers in the family blythely escape to work day after day never having to stay home with the kids when the kids have a holiday from school... and never get called when a child is sick because it is assumed that their job is more important than the mom's..... (And the fathers shrug their shoulders knowingly and say, "...but I have to..." as if the mom's don't....)<BR/><BR/>Can you say "Road trip?!" C'mon up!! We'll pretend we're camping... my three can entertain yours, and it'll be fun for them because it will be new for them... And they will HAVE to behave, because it is MY house...and it is MY rules.... (I'll slap 'em upside the head if they misbehave....!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3221819058568684886.post-8079005283302799362009-01-16T15:06:00.000-05:002009-01-16T15:06:00.000-05:00I love reading about your kids and BitchMom... bec...I love reading about your kids and BitchMom... because suddenly my dead end job and rent issues don't seem so bad :P<BR/><BR/>I tease but my, you are a trooper! Don't worry, MathMan will come home and then you can dump tthe Spawn on him for a few days yes?<BR/><BR/>LOVE the nicknames by the way :)Kaylia Metcalfehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12527164450365029203noreply@blogger.com