Comments on: Fair weather parenting http://momalom.com/2009/04/fair-weather-parenting/ Sisters | Life | Three Kids Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:49:21 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.1 By: ck http://momalom.com/2009/04/fair-weather-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-35 ck Wed, 29 Apr 2009 00:31:00 +0000 http://momalom.com/?p=45#comment-35 Oh, I hear you with the opened windows...my older daughter tantrumed so loud (and lied when she did it) that we had to shut the windows before sending her to her room. She screamed (with her face physically touching the screen...gross, to top it off) about all of these awful things we "did" to her - toys we took away, monsters we let sneak into her room, food we refused her. (Of course I NEVER yell, so I have no idea where she got it from...) Oh, I hear you with the opened windows…my older daughter tantrumed so loud (and lied when she did it) that we had to shut the windows before sending her to her room. She screamed (with her face physically touching the screen…gross, to top it off) about all of these awful things we “did” to her – toys we took away, monsters we let sneak into her room, food we refused her. (Of course I NEVER yell, so I have no idea where she got it from…)

]]> By: Sarah http://momalom.com/2009/04/fair-weather-parenting/comment-page-1/#comment-33 Sarah Tue, 28 Apr 2009 11:43:00 +0000 http://momalom.com/?p=45#comment-33 When we lived in Florida, and Jamis was a baby - well, I suppose he was 2ish - I couldn't get him down for a nap one day. There was construction going on next door and the workers had asked to borrow a tool earlier. After I totally lost all control and screamed and slammed doors and started crying the workers promptly knocked on the door to return the borrowed item. At that first knock I was snapped back to reality and realized, of course, that the house next door was but 8 feet from our own, that the workers must have heard everything, that, in fact, the people across the street must have heard everything too. <br /><br />I look back on it now and think, Poor Little Jamis, Mommy Lost Her Mind That Day. But the truth is, it happens. And the other truth is that sometimes these neighbors of ours must hear it. Needless to say, I've been quieting my voice these days as well. We are all playing in the backyard and I am trying not to yell - too loudly. I don't want people to look in and think, "Those parents are so mean." Then again, it's not too difficult to be perceived as 'mean' these days when the kids out there appear to be ruling the roost. When we lived in Florida, and Jamis was a baby – well, I suppose he was 2ish – I couldn’t get him down for a nap one day. There was construction going on next door and the workers had asked to borrow a tool earlier. After I totally lost all control and screamed and slammed doors and started crying the workers promptly knocked on the door to return the borrowed item. At that first knock I was snapped back to reality and realized, of course, that the house next door was but 8 feet from our own, that the workers must have heard everything, that, in fact, the people across the street must have heard everything too.

I look back on it now and think, Poor Little Jamis, Mommy Lost Her Mind That Day. But the truth is, it happens. And the other truth is that sometimes these neighbors of ours must hear it. Needless to say, I’ve been quieting my voice these days as well. We are all playing in the backyard and I am trying not to yell – too loudly. I don’t want people to look in and think, “Those parents are so mean.” Then again, it’s not too difficult to be perceived as ‘mean’ these days when the kids out there appear to be ruling the roost.

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