Doesn’t it always feel like any time you have to punish your children that you’re being punished, too?
The twins and I stopped at the grocery store on the way home Friday night. We shopped for our weekly groceries and picked up a few things for Thanksgiving dinner. When we were finished we headed to the checkouts (obviously) where I told the twins to hop to the front of the cart so they could load our selections on the conveyor belt. I was then informed by a cantankerous Baby A that he and his brother did all the chores. Evidently I’m some evil taskmaster who sits on his ass while they…
“Excuse me?” I retorted. “Doing the dishes a couple of times a week and doing a handful of chores every other Saturday is hardly everything. What exactly do you contribute on the days you’re not there?”
“Well, um, when we are there we do all the chores,” he tried.
At this point I told him bodily harm would result if he continued to articulate this line of thought. I also informed him that I could, in fact, start making him do everything. Baby B laughed at this, but only after confirming he would not end up with more chores because his brother was suffering diarrhea of the mouth.
That was the end of the conversation until we arrived home. Once the groceries were unloaded and put away. I informed Baby A that he would be cooking dinner.
“Wait. What?” he gasped, flabbergasted.
“Well you do everything, right?” I deadpanned. Baby B snickered at his brother’s misfortune.
“That’s not what I said. I said we do all the chores.”
After explaining to this ingrate that cooking is a chore and promising him that he’d be forced to eat all of the food after he threatened to purposely burn it all, I walked out the front door to retrieve Baby C from my mother’s house. Baby A was left in the kitchen with the task of cooking metwurst and Italian sausage.
Easy enough, right? Evidently not.
When I returned roughly 20 minutes later, he had already cooked the Italian sausages. I thought that was rather quick seeing as how they were frozen when I left the house. A quick check of one of the sausages revealed it was incredibly squishy, meaning the meat inside was not thoroughly cooked. I told him to put them back on the stove and cook them a bit longer.
“But I’ll burn them!” he whined.
“It’s okay if they’re a little crispy on the outside,” I assured him.
I once again left him with the task of cooking the sausages. Once they were done he immediately dug in as he was evidently famished. He was about halfway through the sausage when he says, “Is it supposed to be pink like that?”
“No, it’s not.”
He shrugged his shoulders and continued devouring the sausage. Sigh…. I handed him the plate of sausages, and instructed him to put them in the microwave for a couple of minutes so they could finish cooking.
My attempt to teach my son a lesson failed spectacularly. As a child I scoffed when my parents would say things like “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” Now I understand all too well what they meant.
I wouldn’t say you failed at teaching your son a lesson. He’s now more aware of all that needs to be done. Keep at it, he’ll turn into a little chef, and women love men who can cook. He’ll grow up a very happy young man 😉
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Well, it felt like a fail…
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Nah. Don’t feel that way. Just add up all the benefits of that day, you’ll see there’s a lot more than you realize.
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Ah, yes. The benefit if eating under-cooked sausage… 😉
Thanks, Marie.
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Sounds like you punished everybody. Lol. I feel bad for my 10 year old sometimes because whenever we need something done, she’s the first one I call on. Her brothers are only 4 and 2 and can’t really do much without screwing it up. I assure her that their time will come as well. How soft have we become that we feel bad for making the kids contribute a tiny little bit around the house?? Geez on us.
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Ha! I don’t feel bad for them. I was given more responsibility at their age than they have. I just thought it was hilarious that he feels he has to do EVERYTHING, which of course is youthful ignorance I wanted to rob him of. I don’t know how well that worked.
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I always say anyone can be a parent but being a GOOD parent is the hard stuff. Disciplining your kids and doing things that need to be done despite knowing your kids are going to freak out, give attitude, whine and lose their minds is exhausting. I’d have less gray hairs popping up if I was ok with raising brats I think. Props for going forward with the lesson!
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They have certainly given me a good portion of my gray hair, for sure.
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Oh, the stuff that comes out of their mouths. There are times now when I can actually laugh, shake my head and walk away. It tends to work better with my oldest. ; )
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Well, I want him to learn to think before he speaks, so I was attempting the teach him a few things here. One, that he was wrong. Two, sometimes silence is best. Three, how to cook.
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Yes, parenting is the toughest job I have ever had. Each child is so different and striking this balance is hard. I have told my kids “I refuse to raise lazy adults”. : ) Mean Mama.
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Yes, I agree. I also refuse to raise willfully ignorant kids. When he says he’d rather not know something than look it up…that really gets on my damn nerves.
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Oh boy, I haven’t encountered that one yet. I agree. I have gotten the defiant, “I don’t care”. Well buddy, you better start caring or you can consider your survival moving forward in this big tough world, null and void.
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Indeed. He ends up having to look it up anyhow. It’s gotten to the point where I have to gauge whether or not he understands a word because he knows I’ll make him look it up if he admits it.
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Kids. One minute you wanna eat em up and the next minute you wanna lock em up. : )
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Pretty much.
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Ha ha, TD. It’s all in how you look at it. And kids have an entirely different perspective. I worked from home as a technical writer from the time my youngest, child#4, was 6 years. At age 17, she mentioned that I was a stay-at-home-mom and didn’t do much since my four children were all adults. What?! Before working from home, I always worked full time at an office. I guess working from home is the same as lounging around and eating bon-bons!
Good news, though. As they get older, their perspective starts to mesh with reality – very very slowly.
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Yeah, I think mine perspective and reality were forcefully smashed together when I started raising children…
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Oh, he’s very smart. Common sense still eludes him, though.
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That’s good.
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Haha! I’ll introduce them to their animals friends this weekend.
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I may be known for letting my child get away with something so that I don’t have to bear their punishment. Sometimes it’s a bigger pain in the ass to teach a lesson. Thank god we can pick our battles.
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Yes, I have gotten to the point where I’m selective about what I wish to enforce. Some things are just annoyances that really don’t need to be addressed.
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You shoulda made him eat the raw sausages.
I hate teaching lessons. It never really works. Seems like what works is behaving in a certain way and encouraging the little ones to learn in that manner.
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He finished the one that was still half raw…
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May I recommend next time, make him fell a tree and plow the yard. That’ll fix him. And you won’t get food poisoning.
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Well, if I had a yard that might be doable. Since we rent and the house was already clean….
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The critters have a similar complaint: why do I have to clean it up? I didn’t make it!
So. You don’t want supper? You didn’t make it either.
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Exactly!!
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It’d hurt him more when he pukes up those raw sausages. That’ll learn ’em.
🙂
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Exactly!
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What about getting your mum involved to get the twins some cooking lessons? They’d probably think it more fun with grandma than with dad, right? Especially if she teaches them how to bake cakes and yummy foods!
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Um, my mom is not the best person to learn cooking from. She has started kitchen fires. I can teach them, he just would rather be lazy.
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Ah, so they don’t have a Baking Granny™ then? Maybe you could be a really rotten parent and make yourself something they love to eat, but only make enough for you (and Baby C if he’s there) and then use that to teach them how to make nice foods?
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I think it’s time for them to start helping with dinner, although to be honest I learned a bit of my cooking from the restaurants I worked in as a youngster.
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Me & my sister were helping from being old enough to be let loose with a potato peeler, although we didn’t graduate to chopping the veg until a bit later when we were thought old enough to cope with vegetable knives. But we did a lot of baking from age 4 or 5 onwards I think, or maybe younger than that. It helps if kids see things being made from scratch, because that makes it look fun.
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Well, the first time I handed them a potato peeler one of them peeled their thumb instead…
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All part of the learning process. Just like grating your fingers.
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Ouch.
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I’d call that a win. He wants you to think it’s a fail. Kids are smart like that.
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I don’t know… He was the only one eating the under-cooked meat…
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okay maybe smart isn’t quite the right word. Maybe start him off on some KD next time? Haha
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I think he’ll just eat Ramen noodles and cereal from now on…
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And he’ll remember that lesson for the rest of his life and pass it on to his kids…..I remember some of those lessons and they shaped who I am today. Stay strong! 🙂
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I hope you’re right…
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You will enjoy those moments in the years to come. 🙂
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Again…I hope you’re right.
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It’s the long awaited gift of being a parent. My step-kids are now realizing the truth of what I told them years ago. It does come full circle.
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Yeah….way, way, way down the road…
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Pink pork equals trich. Pink poultry equals salmy. You may be right…it may hurt you more.
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Well, sick one way or the other. And yeah, he’s out to get me.
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I don’t think it was intentional, unless he was taking one for the team by eating a potential parasite.
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I think the point of the lesson was to teach Baby A that there are chores beyond doing the dishes, and he definitely learned that. And as a bonus, he now knows how to cook a sausage, sort of.
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Yeah, kinda…
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Thanks, Zoe.
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next time baby a gets diarrhea of the mouth let him deal with baby c when he gets diarrhea of the butt. hahah.
you definitely taught him a lesson… maybe next time a vegetarian dish. 😉
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Ha! I’m not gonna make him prepare something I won’t eat…
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In our house (my kid was adopted) this sort of thing was always met with “Im so glad youre not my real mother.” But now that hes married…hes really cool with it for some reason…huh , go figure.
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Oh, I was told I was mean, among other things.
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Haha, love this!
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Thanks!
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If he realized how annoying it is to keep cooking food and have it not yet be done, I’d say you taught the lesson just fine!
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Hmmmm…..maybe.
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