Wall-E1
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My kid has slowly been wearing me down over the years, but last week I experienced my biggest parenting meltdown to date. Here's how it all went down...
We were on vacation in Yosemite and had just completed a hike. I was sitting in our rental car, speaking with a friend who was covering for my business. She was having computer issues and I was helping her through them. My son was just outside the car, playing in the snow. I heard a loud bang on the side of the car, followed by another then another. I looked out to see what was going on. It was my darling snowflake (he's a teenager) throwing snowballs at our rental car. I rolled the window down and told him to stop throwing snowballs at the car. Of course the word stop has the opposite effect and the snowballs begin striking the car at an even greater pace. I roll the window down again and tell him that any damage done to the car will be coming out of his savings. Of course this does not stop him. The kid is loaded. He doesnt care about losing a few bucks.
I roll the window down a third time, becoming angrier by the second, yelling at him that if he doesnt stop .then it happens. He hurtles a snowball through the rolled down window, striking me on my face and ear, then exploding all over the interior of the car. I have never felt such anger, mixed with icy pain, in my life. I hang up with my friend without saying goodbye, jump out of the car, and begin running over to him. In the process, I slip and slide on the icy pavement, almost falling. This brings out delightful laughter in my kid, as he is thoroughly entertained by dads instability, both physically and mentally. I finally reach him and grab him. I begin shaking him while asking all sorts of intriguing questions that I know he will never answer. What is wrong with you? "Are you deaf? "Do you not understand that they are going to charge me for what you are doing if there is any damage? Of course in my anger, the queen mother of cuss words was being interjected throughout my tirade.
The whole time, he had a smile on his face, knowing that he had once again pushed the correct set of buttons in the correct order to chip yet another piece of dads sanity away. It was only after I finished my angry rant that I finally looked up to notice the horrified faces of the good families who were shielding their good childrens ears from my tirade. I told my kid to get in the car. I knew we had to get away quickly, in case someone had called the proper authorities to save this poor child from his out of control dad. Of course, he refused to get in the car. I said fine and began driving away. He then gave chase, as the horrified onlookers gazed on. Finally, I stopped and let him in, against my better judgment. All in all, my finest parenting meltdown.
I'm not interested in judgments. I know I am neither a good parent or good person. I am just curious if anyone else would like to share their parenting meltdowns. If so, this is the place.
We were on vacation in Yosemite and had just completed a hike. I was sitting in our rental car, speaking with a friend who was covering for my business. She was having computer issues and I was helping her through them. My son was just outside the car, playing in the snow. I heard a loud bang on the side of the car, followed by another then another. I looked out to see what was going on. It was my darling snowflake (he's a teenager) throwing snowballs at our rental car. I rolled the window down and told him to stop throwing snowballs at the car. Of course the word stop has the opposite effect and the snowballs begin striking the car at an even greater pace. I roll the window down again and tell him that any damage done to the car will be coming out of his savings. Of course this does not stop him. The kid is loaded. He doesnt care about losing a few bucks.
I roll the window down a third time, becoming angrier by the second, yelling at him that if he doesnt stop .then it happens. He hurtles a snowball through the rolled down window, striking me on my face and ear, then exploding all over the interior of the car. I have never felt such anger, mixed with icy pain, in my life. I hang up with my friend without saying goodbye, jump out of the car, and begin running over to him. In the process, I slip and slide on the icy pavement, almost falling. This brings out delightful laughter in my kid, as he is thoroughly entertained by dads instability, both physically and mentally. I finally reach him and grab him. I begin shaking him while asking all sorts of intriguing questions that I know he will never answer. What is wrong with you? "Are you deaf? "Do you not understand that they are going to charge me for what you are doing if there is any damage? Of course in my anger, the queen mother of cuss words was being interjected throughout my tirade.
The whole time, he had a smile on his face, knowing that he had once again pushed the correct set of buttons in the correct order to chip yet another piece of dads sanity away. It was only after I finished my angry rant that I finally looked up to notice the horrified faces of the good families who were shielding their good childrens ears from my tirade. I told my kid to get in the car. I knew we had to get away quickly, in case someone had called the proper authorities to save this poor child from his out of control dad. Of course, he refused to get in the car. I said fine and began driving away. He then gave chase, as the horrified onlookers gazed on. Finally, I stopped and let him in, against my better judgment. All in all, my finest parenting meltdown.
I'm not interested in judgments. I know I am neither a good parent or good person. I am just curious if anyone else would like to share their parenting meltdowns. If so, this is the place.
Sign me up on the the cheer team. 
Too bad nobody caught it on video.
Let the little reprobate stew for a bit to see if you would actually go back to pick him up! 
. I was crying reading it.
