I'm the Meanest Father Alive!
Thursday, September 10, 2009 at 4:23PM How is it that we can drive from Chicago to North Carolina (14 hours) in one day with the kids and have it be somewhat sane, but from our house to the grocery store – maddening?
It seems to be the case these days. We can’t go anywhere without:
“Stoooooppp Macy.”
“Mooomm….she’s crossing the line”
“Daaaddd, Grayson just said I’m not his friend anymore.”
“Mooommm….Macy unbuckled from her seatbelt.”
…..and it goes on and on. I spared you the blood-curdling screams, the crying, and the death threats the wife and I impose on them.
This past weekend I hit my limit. We’d spent the entire day going fishing, getting ice cream, looking at replacement fish, playing with friends, roasting marshmallows, and riding bikes. We were on our way home and the screaming, yelling, kicking, telling on each other started and I lost it.
I finally reached the point where I would actually order, and use, a My Therapy Buddy while swaddling myself in a fucking Snuggie, sucking my thumb, rocking back and forth naked in a closet.
I’m all: “you know what – I should start treating you like my father treated me. No more bike rides, no more ice cream, no more fishing, no more playgrounds, no more anything. You mow grass, wash my car, wash windows, rake the yard – you earn your fun time.”
The daughter totally didn’t give a shit. She was all, “whatever jagoff, you know you’re not gonna do shit to us. Now fetch my sippy cup bitch!”
The son – whole different story. He started uncontrollably bawling. The whole way home this went on. Finally I pulled him aside. “Dude, why are you so upset?”
“That’s the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
And it hit me – the kid thinks I’m gonna instantly turn his life of bliss into a replicated childhood like mine.
Now don’t get me wrong – I got to go swimming, ride bikes with my brother, do some playing, etc… But, that was usually when my father was “traveling” and rarely, if ever, involved the guy. When he was around, fun times were few and far between.
“Grayson, I said I ‘should’ do those things. I didn’t say I ‘would’ do those things. When I was growing up my daddy didn’t go on bike rides with me. He didn’t take me to parks for hours at a time. He didn’t do a lot of things. I would never do that to you. I just want you to appreciate what we do do for you.”
You could see his little sponge brain soaking in words flowing from my undersized mouth. He quickly cheered up, quit the crying, gave me a hug and took off.
Ten minutes later he was kicking the shit out of his sister on the couch.
I didn’t ever expect to be telling my son about things from my childhood this early in his life. But it seemed to make sense to me. It seemed to be the right time to teach him a lesson he could relate to. It seemed the right time to strengthen our relationship a bit by letting him know how lucky he is to have a dad who loves him to pieces and makes sure their time spent together is kick-ass and not getting your ass-kicked.
Regardless, I still can’t wait till the little bastard can push a lawnmower.
Reader Comments (10)
I about tear dropped after what you said to your son about your dad. Glad to read that your kids have such a kick ass dad who spends time with them.
Just for kicks you should make him mow the lawn with one of those old fashioned lawn mowers without a motor. Now THAT would get some reaction....
...I used one of those while I was pregnant....NOT FUN! but was funny.
Macey wasn't wearing those boots when she accidentally kicked Grayson in balls the other day, was she?
Mommy Bloopers - Macey always has her shit kickers on so I'm going to guess that poor Grayson got whomped with them.
Love this post as always.
Thanks Restless Mama! Would love to drop the motorless mower bomb on him at some point...classic.
Nope - the red boots were not being sported when my boy's "boys" got christened. Poor bastard.
Lotta - you're the shit and always will be!
Aaw. Remember me when you're all famous in blogland!
Man, we've been there. A day of giving topped off by ungrateful whining. Geez! Great lesson for your little guy, though. He learned something that he'll blog about someday. You're the kind of dad my hubby wishes he had. And hopes he is.
My Therapy Buddy is just genius!!! Back in the day before DVD's in the car we would listen to audio books. I swear if not for Harry Potter my daughter would currently be a prostitute in Bakersfield. Cuz had we not had Harry I might have had to duct tape her to the Welcome to sign on the way to Disneyland.
Thanks Mimi...I have a feeling it'll take many lessons for him to understand but he's a good dude and so much fun to be with.
Zoe - Harry's been good for a shit-ton of kids. Glad it kept you from having to interact with you daughter with tape and Disneyland signs.
Love this post! Kicks ass!
I could totally see myself in that story. The second my kids click on their seatbelts, the fighting starts. They may have been getting along just fine for hours beforehand but that car seems to work some really bad mojo on them. On those days when I've had a long day at work and this starts, Psycho Mommy definitely comes out. I'd rather be "Nice" Mommy but sometimes it takes a psycho to get through the screeches in the backseat. Gotta kick some ass once in a while, right?