Wednesday morning fun

This morning my son asked if he could watch the water run through our Brita filter in the water jug. Maybe tomorrow I’ll paint something and he can watch it dry.

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Vacation hangover

On Thursday we got back from a family vacation to a great beach town a few hours away. It was great to get out to the beach, swim in the river, watch the kids run around with their cousins, and visit the monstrously huge playground near the beach. We were there for 4 days and 3 nights.

Vacations are great, until they’re over. Suddenly your dirty laundry basket explodes like a real life size volcano. Sand residue spreads throughout the house no matter how much you shook out the beach towels before packing up. Two seconds after walking back in the door the kids are whining…

I’m bored.
I don’t know what to do.
Can I watch TV?
Can I play on the iPad?
Will you play a game with me?
I don’t know what to do.

And then, just as the light at the end of the tunnel appears… the light of day camp on the horizon, the light of your office full of only grown ups… one bored little munchkin gets sick and you’re stuck at home, holding the puke bucket and doing even more laundry, this time in the middle of the night.

Sigh, maybe next time we just won’t come back from the holiday.

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Parenting fail…

We live in a townhouse complex with a pool. Earlier today, I witnessed the most appalling thing ever, but refrained from doing anything. I’m curious now, what would you do in the same situation.

Some background…

A single mom and her 2 sons (age 9 and 14) recently moved into the complex. The younger son was in the same class as my son and my son considers him a friend. Based on casual conversation, I have come to the conclusion that there was a divorce or separation which was somewhat recent… which can lead to kids acting out. This corresponds to what I heard from another mom at school who said her son has been bullied badly this year by the boy. I try not to get too freaked out by such things (yet remain somewhat cautious) as I know the word “bully” is seriously overused and tossed around in many situations that are not actually bullying.

Back to the pool…

The grandmother has been doing a lot of childcare for her single mother daughter. Grandmother was looking after younger boy in the pool. She instructed him once to put the water gun away. No response.

The second time she did it… they boy responded with a “don’t tell me what to do,” a “get a life,” and a “shut up and go away.”

If my kid did that, he’d get a mouthful of soap and a serious grounding – although I’d probably check for demonic possession first because I have a hard time imagining the kid I’m working hard to bring up as a kind, respectful boy, ever pulling that shit with anyone.

My eyebrows nearly popped off the top of my forehead as grandma meekly sat back down with no sort of  comeback to the most awful display of disrespectful behavior I’ve witnessed in a long time. My first instinct was to go grab the little arsehole out of the pool, drag him over to grandma dearest, and make him apologize.

I did nothing of the sort. I kind of regret it now. Clearly this child is being trained to become a class 1 ass that will eventually be unleashed on society. Would it not be better for us all if some busybody neighbor such as myself intervenes while he is 9, rather than have him drive a young family to their deaths in a fit of road rage once he gets his driver’s license?

What would you do? We all know it takes a village right? Maybe mom is waiting for a village to help, because clearly grandmother part of the village isn’t making a dent.

Then again, maybe mom doesn’t want a village. She’s already blamed the principal of the school for her son having a rough year, but based on what I’ve seen, she’s a bigger part of the problem than she realizes. Also I like the principal even more than I did before.

For now, my son is not allowed to go play in his house and I will be supervising all interactions that include this kid,  very, very closely.

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