My biggest parenting meltdown.

[coffeeandfags]

Are you a bad parent?? Sure you are!!! Welcome to the club *high five*

At age 7 or 8 i once packed my DDs suitcase, drove her to the local childrens home and dropped her off in the parking lot kicking and screaming A quick drive around the block and i came back to find the poor lamb () sobbing and snivelling in the same spot i dropped her off. 3-0 to mum

Ooooh i cant wait til im elderly ....... im gonna make their lives hell!! I will conveniently be incontinent, fart loudly all the way round the supermarket, you know the kind of stuff

 

[Cindy B]

As a parent of 15 and soon to be 13 year old, I hear you all loud and clearn..

Here are some of mine:

Kids "Mom, thats not fair"
Me: Too bad, so sad, get used to it!

Kids When they while about something
Me: Want some cheese with that whine?

Kids: After asking the same question, 23,987 times
Me: Ask once and wait, if you ask again the answer is automatically NO

Kids: After asking for money-- (mind you they are both old enough to work)
Me: Find the money tree in the backyard..

Kids: I hate you:
DH/I: Good we are doing our job.

Kids: I hate this house (it is a small house)
Me: I can drop you off in Camden (one of the most dangerous cities in the US--not that far from our house). I know kids that live on the streets.. want to join them?

Kids: I'm running away
Me: Good, can I pack your bag?

 

[janey99]

My kids are still a little young and/or so far too docile for any show stoppers, but I will share my mother's finest parenting meltdown, involving my brother, who was 17 at the time (he is 35 now) -

DB was driving home from a friend's house at about 1am. My father had a really cute convertible Alfa Romeo Graduate that DB was driving. On a long downhill slope in a neighboring town, he decided to open 'er up (road deserted and long and smooth). As he zoomed by a side street, a dozing police car pulled out and put on the lights to pull him over. DB thinks, I will just cut to side streets and drive around like crazy until I lose him.

Needless to say, he did not lose the cop, who called for back up and finally there were three cars chasing DB when he finally pulled over. The cops, having no idea what type of badness the driver was involved in that made him evade three police cars driving like crazy person in the middle of the night, order him out of the car and onto the ground on his stomach with the bull horn, and then approach with THREE SHOTGUNS drawn. They hog tie him and bundle him to the police station, at which point my parents get the 3am call -

Mr. X, we have your son at the Busytown police station. He's been placed under arrest for speeding, reckless driving, evading the police and resisting arrest. Would you like to come and arrange bail?

They went to get him. My father handles everything, and my mother does not speak the whole time they are in the station. Legend has it she is alternating purple and white. They get to the car, my DB in the back seat and my parents in the front. Before my father can even drive out of the lot, my mother (4'11'' and 90 pounds at the time) lunges over the seat of the car like a tasmanian devil, shrieking and whacking at my brother, and proceeds to "batter" him the whole way home. DB is 6'4'' and over 200 pounds. The way the story is told, this whole scene is like a flea attacking an elephant. DB is trying not to laugh, which enrages my mother further. She finally collapses with exhaustion. When they get home, DB and my father go in the house, and my mother just stays in the car for the rest of the night, seething.

Afterwards, the incident is never spoken of by my mother until at least ten years later, when she can finally look back and laugh. To this day, if my mother gets irritated with DB, he will say "mom, you're not going to start whacking me on the arm again, are you?"

After two very well behaved girls, it's a miracle that my mother survived my brother.

 

[kellyg403]

Welcome to the club Wall E. I have been the parent of teens for so long I am always that parent. My teens have this habit when things don't go their way to tell me they are going to live with dad. My response is always "Good, have fun and plan on staying a year cuz I will be traveling since I will have no responsibility and will be in a much better mood" So far nobody has left, much to my chagrin on certain days. Its because I give them permission I bet. If I beg them not to I might get lucky.

And it is sooooo true about the grandkids. My oldest ones are parents now and when said grandbabies come to grandma's house well, lets just say the fun never ends. Kool aid and candy, no naps, chips and dips..never a meal unless you consider everthing above on the same plate. By the time their parents come home, they are sniffling masses of whine... The grandbabies love love love me. Their parents not so much. Oh well, at least I have them where I want them now after all those years.... I wont mention all the sharpie markers and playdough I have purchased for the little darlings on every SINGLE holiday. Yessir...life is one big circle.

Kelly

 

[rszdtrvl]

We were just at Disneyland at the end of March, and my son (13-yo) was making a spectacle of himself, whining and complaining and having mini-breakdowns (okay, he does have ADHD and Aspergers). It was crowded and he did not want to wait in line and I was not going to get a GAC for him when we had a small amount of rides (he needs to realize that waiting in line is something that happens, and for the most part, after I did my "tirade" he did much better) to go on.

Anyway, I kept warning him that if he was going to whine and complain and embarrass us with his mini-tantrums that we would embarrass him.

He did not believe us.

He started in again.

Imagine his surprise when I open my mouth and at the top of my lungs sing (and I am NOT a singer) : "The HILLS are alive, with the sound of music...."

He cringed, paled, and looked around. But was quiet and his whining ceased.

I did it a few times (hey, I don't know anyone in S. Cal.) and eventually he did calm down. DH ended up singing once too.

I said "You embarrass me, I embarrass you", kind of on the lines as the adult temper tantrum in Walmart.

 

[eliza61]

I told this story on another forum a few years back.

So, like most of the country, my kids middle school has been removing junk food and soda from the vending machines in order to fight childhood obesity.

Well my youngest son, let's call him Sid the squid came up with a bright idea to "sell" some goodies. He began bringing in drakes cake, doritoes, cans of soda to sell to his classmates. If you were a poor unfortunate fellow of limited means, not to worry Sid set up a barter system. A can of coke for doing his algebra homework. bag of chip and a cupcake for science homework. you get the drill. Now Sid has an older brother, let's call him Rizzo the Rat. Rizzo noticing that his younger brother had way more money than his measely allowance called for, did what every big brother does and exerted some pressure for his silence. I made him write a paper on the term EXTORTION.

Of course, I get a phone call at work to come pick up ole Sid after he was busted. Upon opening his locker the principal said it looked like a 7-11 store minus the slurpee machine.

and of course, my kids look at me like I'm crazy when the veins in the side of my neck start bulging out and I'm having a nuclear meltdown...


I resolve to be a burden to my kids when I get old....

 

[TwingleMum]

I think you handled it like a million of us would have ...perhaps better. The quickest ones to judge either don't have kids or as the bible says points out the speck in their neighbors eye not seeing the big old tree in their own eye. Parenting certainly is not for wimps. I have 4 boys under 9 and I swear if they weren't cute I'd have left them on the porch somedays. My mantra is "I'm your Mother not your friend, when you own your own home and have your own job we can be friends (and somedays I add ~ IF YOU LIVE THAT LONG!!)

I had 7 siblings and my Mom used to say "I brought you into this world I can take you out and there isn't a jury in this world that would convict me."

 

[figment52]

Thank you all for being parents to your children and taking your job seriously. I wish there were more of you.

 

[Wall-E1]

I told this story on another forum a few years back.

So, like most of the country, my kids middle school has been removing junk food and soda from the vending machines in order to fight childhood obesity.

Well my youngest son, let's call him Sid the squid came up with a bright idea to "sell" some goodies. He began bringing in drakes cake, doritoes, cans of soda to sell to his classmates. If you were a poor unfortunate fellow of limited means, not to worry Sid set up a barter system. A can of coke for doing his algebra homework. bag of chip and a cupcake for science homework. you get the drill. Now Sid has an older brother, let's call him Rizzo the Rat. Rizzo noticing that his younger brother had way more money than his measely allowance called for, did what every big brother does and exerted some pressure for his silence. I made him write a paper on the term EXTORTION.

Of course, I get a phone call at work to come pick up ole Sid after he was busted. Upon opening his locker the principal said it looked like a 7-11 store minus the slurpee machine.

and of course, my kids look at me like I'm crazy when the veins in the side of my neck start bulging out and I'm having a nuclear meltdown...


I resolve to be a burden to my kids when I get old....

I went through a similar situation with mine earlier in the school year. His grades were slipping - forgetting to hand in homework, do projects, etc. I finally got to the point where I told him that I would be checking over every single assignment and worksheet that he had to do. Imagine my surprise when I opened up his backpack to get all of his assignments together and found a mini-mart in there instead. He then fessed up and showed me his mobster style money roll. I stood there, my emotions alternating between fury and pride. Forunately, I caught it before the school did.

 

[BernardandMissBianca]

As a parent of 15 and soon to be 13 year old, I hear you all loud and clearn..

Here are some of mine:

Kids "Mom, thats not fair"
Me: Too bad, so sad, get used to it!

Kids When they while about something
Me: Want some cheese with that whine?

Kids: After asking the same question, 23,987 times
Me: Ask once and wait, if you ask again the answer is automatically NO

Kids: After asking for money-- (mind you they are both old enough to work)
Me: Find the money tree in the backyard..

Kids: I hate you:
DH/I: Good we are doing our job.

Kids: I hate this house (it is a small house)
Me: I can drop you off in Camden (one of the most dangerous cities in the US--not that far from our house). I know kids that live on the streets.. want to join them?

Kids: I'm running away
Me: Good, can I pack your bag?

I knew I had a twin out there somewhere!!! DS13 came down and read it, and was like yep, heard that one before, hey you said that yesterday! LOL

We were just at Disneyland at the end of March, and my son (13-yo) was making a spectacle of himself, whining and complaining and having mini-breakdowns (okay, he does have ADHD and Aspergers). It was crowded and he did not want to wait in line and I was not going to get a GAC for him when we had a small amount of rides (he needs to realize that waiting in line is something that happens, and for the most part, after I did my "tirade" he did much better) to go on.

Anyway, I kept warning him that if he was going to whine and complain and embarrass us with his mini-tantrums that we would embarrass him.

He did not believe us.

He started in again.

Imagine his surprise when I open my mouth and at the top of my lungs sing (and I am NOT a singer) : "The HILLS are alive, with the sound of music...."

He cringed, paled, and looked around. But was quiet and his whining ceased.

I did it a few times (hey, I don't know anyone in S. Cal.) and eventually he did calm down. DH ended up singing once too.

I said "You embarrass me, I embarrass you", kind of on the lines as the adult temper tantrum in Walmart.

I had 7 siblings and my Mom used to say "I brought you into this world I can take you out and there isn't a jury in this world that would convict me."

DH's classic line is I brought you into this world, I'll take you out and make another one just like you."
All my kids look the same so that's easy enough to do.

 

[Maleficient]

Wall-E1, not only would I have not stopped the car for a while, I would take away every privilege and every material technology the kid has for a good long time. No cell, Ipod, video games, etc...heck I've come close to taking the door off my teen's bedroom door. Disrespect your Dad like that? I don't think so...your a better parent than me!!

 

[Wall-E1]

Wall-E1, not only would I have not stopped the car for a while, I would take away every privilege and every material technology the kid has for a good long time. No cell, Ipod, video games, etc...heck I've come close to taking the door off my teen's bedroom door. Disrespect your Dad like that? I don't think so...your a better parent than me!!

Oh, he hasn't seen technology since the first quarter of the school year. That's so funny that you mentioned the door. It just came off on Thursday night. I was trying to help him complete some homework assignments that were due the next day. He completely forgot to do them (as per usual). Of course, I'm the bad guy because I was trying to help him prevent getting zeroes, which in turn would have raised up his grades so that he could possibly begin getting some of his electronic devices back. Well, he was so aghast at the prospect of me telling him what assignments needed to get done, that he said he would just take the zeroes. He said he was tired and going to bed as he walked into his bedroom, trying to slam the door on me. I told him that I am tired of talking to a door, calmly retrieved the hammer and screwdriver, and proceeded to remove the door off the hinges. I scooped it up and walked away with it, glancing behind me to see his mouth wide open in shock. It felt so good. I savor the little victories, as they are few and far between. I then made sure to keep turning on his lights and lecturing him in his bedroom until he finally broke down and did the assignments to my satisfaction. It took until 2:00 a.m., but victory was mine.

Well, the next day, I pick up my little "Sybil" from school and he excitedly tells me to check his grades online. Sure enough, except for Spanish (still a low C), all the other grades are A's and B's. Now, I had been on his butt all week about keeping up with his assignments, and had saved him from getting several zeroes. Do you think I got a thank you? Nooooooo. He then basically gives me an "I told you so" line about how he did it all by himself. If I hadn't been for me riding him all week long, he would have had straight C's at best.

I just keep telling myself that one day he will have children and the circle of life will repeat itself. We'll see how he likes it when he is on the receiving end of a hormonal, know it all teenager.

 

[bluesaturn]

I told this story on another forum a few years back.

So, like most of the country, my kids middle school has been removing junk food and soda from the vending machines in order to fight childhood obesity.

Well my youngest son, let's call him Sid the squid came up with a bright idea to "sell" some goodies. He began bringing in drakes cake, doritoes, cans of soda to sell to his classmates. If you were a poor unfortunate fellow of limited means, not to worry Sid set up a barter system. A can of coke for doing his algebra homework. bag of chip and a cupcake for science homework. you get the drill. Now Sid has an older brother, let's call him Rizzo the Rat. Rizzo noticing that his younger brother had way more money than his measely allowance called for, did what every big brother does and exerted some pressure for his silence. I made him write a paper on the term EXTORTION.

Of course, I get a phone call at work to come pick up ole Sid after he was busted. Upon opening his locker the principal said it looked like a 7-11 store minus the slurpee machine.

and of course, my kids look at me like I'm crazy when the veins in the side of my neck start bulging out and I'm having a nuclear meltdown...


I resolve to be a burden to my kids when I get old....

Honestly, weren't you just a little proud? Without admitting it to them of course.

 

[iwrbnd]

We were just at Disneyland at the end of March, and my son (13-yo) was making a spectacle of himself, whining and complaining and having mini-breakdowns (okay, he does have ADHD and Aspergers). It was crowded and he did not want to wait in line and I was not going to get a GAC for him when we had a small amount of rides (he needs to realize that waiting in line is something that happens, and for the most part, after I did my "tirade" he did much better) to go on.

Anyway, I kept warning him that if he was going to whine and complain and embarrass us with his mini-tantrums that we would embarrass him.

He did not believe us.

He started in again.

Imagine his surprise when I open my mouth and at the top of my lungs sing (and I am NOT a singer) : "The HILLS are alive, with the sound of music...."

He cringed, paled, and looked around. But was quiet and his whining ceased.

I did it a few times (hey, I don't know anyone in S. Cal.) and eventually he did calm down. DH ended up singing once too.

I said "You embarrass me, I embarrass you", kind of on the lines as the adult temper tantrum in Walmart.

I did this once, too! My 3 boys (little at the time) were out to eat with me and my friends and acting horrible! I calmly looked at them and whispered "I'm watching everything you do and plan do to act the exact same way at your school cafeteria!" Their eyes got HUGE and their behavior became impeccable!

 

[LMC]

OK Wall E, where's your countdown ticker til the day he turns 18 and you CAN actually drive off and leave him without having to worry about DCS or child abandonment?

 

[iwrbnd]

Oh, he hasn't seen technology since the first quarter of the school year. That's so funny that you mentioned the door. It just came off on Thursday night. I was trying to help him complete some homework assignments that were due the next day. He completely forgot to do them (as per usual). Of course, I'm the bad guy because I was trying to help him prevent getting zeroes, which in turn would have raised up his grades so that he could possibly begin getting some of his electronic devices back. Well, he was so aghast at the prospect of me telling him what assignments needed to get done, that he said he would just take the zeroes. He said he was tired and going to bed as he walked into his bedroom, trying to slam the door on me. I told him that I am tired of talking to a door, calmly retrieved the hammer and screwdriver, and proceeded to remove the door off the hinges. I scooped it up and walked away with it, glancing behind me to see his mouth wide open in shock. It felt so good. I savor the little victories, as they are few and far between. I then made sure to keep turning on his lights and lecturing him in his bedroom until he finally broke down and did the assignments to my satisfaction. It took until 2:00 a.m., but victory was mine.

Well, the next day, I pick up my little "Sybil" from school and he excitedly tells me to check his grades online. Sure enough, except for Spanish (still a low C), all the other grades are A's and B's. Now, I had been on his butt all week about keeping up with his assignments, and had saved him from getting several zeroes. Do you think I got a thank you? Nooooooo. He then basically gives me an "I told you so" line about how he did it all by himself. If I hadn't been for me riding him all week long, he would have had straight C's at best.

I just keep telling myself that one day he will have children and the circle of life will repeat itself. We'll see how he likes it when he is on the receiving end of a hormonal, know it all teenager.

Are you sure you aren't also raising my son???

 

[Silent1CB]

We don't have kids. But these stories are making me laugh & smile as I would be doing the same as you guys and also be labeled a "bad parent". My parents believed in discipline, and I never tested my parents like some of the stories posted here. I knew what would be in store for me if I had. I would parent the same as my parents did if we had kids. But would probably have to hide from the onlookers too. lol

 

[Wall-E1]

OK Wall E, where's your countdown ticker til the day he turns 18 and you CAN actually drive off and leave him without having to worry about DCS or child abandonment?

We do have a law here in Florida that allows parents to drop their unwanted children off anonymously, in front of any fire station, without fear of prosecution. I have read of several instances where young mothers have given up their babies in this way. I need to find out if there is a cut off for age, or if I can abandon my teen at the fire station. The only issue I may run into is that my kid speaks and knows his address/phone number.

 

[LMC]

Yeah but that only works when you are in a state where they have those laws. And, like you said he is at an age he can find his way back home. But when they are 18, there are no laws attached.....

 

[hereyago]

I told this story on another forum a few years back.

So, like most of the country, my kids middle school has been removing junk food and soda from the vending machines in order to fight childhood obesity.

Well my youngest son, let's call him Sid the squid came up with a bright idea to "sell" some goodies. He began bringing in drakes cake, doritoes, cans of soda to sell to his classmates. If you were a poor unfortunate fellow of limited means, not to worry Sid set up a barter system. A can of coke for doing his algebra homework. bag of chip and a cupcake for science homework. you get the drill. Now Sid has an older brother, let's call him Rizzo the Rat. Rizzo noticing that his younger brother had way more money than his measely allowance called for, did what every big brother does and exerted some pressure for his silence. I made him write a paper on the term EXTORTION.

Of course, I get a phone call at work to come pick up ole Sid after he was busted. Upon opening his locker the principal said it looked like a 7-11 store minus the slurpee machine.

and of course, my kids look at me like I'm crazy when the veins in the side of my neck start bulging out and I'm having a nuclear meltdown...


I resolve to be a burden to my kids when I get old....

Well at least he is very enterprising. I loved your fictional names, lol.