Do you think my kids genuinely put in a good effort? How do you parents pretend over and over and over?
promise that my inside thoughts are strictly inside thoughts, I just get tired of pretending sometimes. Sorry if this comes off a little harsh, it just gets a little old pretending over and over and over.
The other day my son was helping me get groceries out of the car, he comes out and flexes his arms telling me how strong he is. I watch him as he proceeds to reach into the car and grab the gallon of milk, from the minute he picked it up he struggled pretty significantly to carry it into the house, he basically dropped it bringing it out of the car, And he struggled even more putting it up on the table., he wasn’t strong enough to even get it above his chest so I had to put it on the table for him. He was so proud of himself after that. He started running around the house with his shirt off flexing his arms again and really bragging that he brought the milk in to the house by himself and that he’s stronger than all of us I meanINSIDE THOUGHT “ calm down there little guy, don’t brag that you are stronger than all of us. I just watched you flex your muscles and explain how strong you were, then struggle to even lift a simple milk jug, even when you used both of your hands and all of your body weight, you struggled literally the entire time, from the very second you picked it up. you needed me to put it up on the counter for you. and on top of that, you still till this day aren’t strong enough to open the back door, and, I have had to pick you up before, and… Even even when you are trying your absolute best to get away from me… I can scoop you up with one hand, giving it no thought whatsoever.
Today one of my daughters insisted she turned off a couple of the lights that we left on as we were leaving the house, I watched her get up on her stepstool, stretch out her arms, and start jumping, still barely grazing the switch, I’m pretty sure she just got lucky given that she had to jump up so many times. She then was bragging about how she was tall and able to reach the light switches. I mean INSIDE THOUGHT “ Chill out. kiddo, you just gave me a hug, and all I can do was rub the top of your hair to show you affection because you… Aren’t very tall… You were literally hugging my shins/knees. I just watched you climb up on your stepstool, stretch your arms up, and even need to jump as high as you could. You had to readjust your stepstool a good four or five times on a single switch, and on all of the switches you were jumping for quite a long time, even so once you finally got it, your finger is barely raised it. On top of that, little one, I just picked you up and put you in your car seat because you still are not tall enough to climb in yourself.
Also, my other daughter was bragging about how she can open her juice box all on her own, I watched her struggle quite a bit just to take the straw out of the wrapper, and when it came time to put the straw in the juice box, she spilt her juice everywhere. Needing me to clean up her mess and give her a new juice box which I had to open for her because she couldn’t ever get the straw in her first one. INSIDE THOUGHT: I just watched you spill your juice box everywhere right after you explain that you can open it all by yourself, and I need to clean up your mess for you, and give you a new juice box. Which I had to open for you take a chill pill, kid.
So why would I pretend that they both put in an actual good effort? What is impressive about bringing a little milk jug inside? If that’s the case then me bringing in the rest of the groceries should be impressive. flipping three average switches, if that’s the case then me pressing the button to open the garage is impressive. We’re not being able to even open a juice box without making a huge mess, if that’s the case then me opening a soda is impressive even if I spell it everywhere.
The other day my son was helping me get groceries out of the car, he comes out and flexes his arms telling me how strong he is. I watch him as he proceeds to reach into the car and grab the gallon of milk, from the minute he picked it up he struggled pretty significantly to carry it into the house, he basically dropped it bringing it out of the car, And he struggled even more putting it up on the table., he wasn’t strong enough to even get it above his chest so I had to put it on the table for him. He was so proud of himself after that. He started running around the house with his shirt off flexing his arms again and really bragging that he brought the milk in to the house by himself and that he’s stronger than all of us I meanINSIDE THOUGHT “ calm down there little guy, don’t brag that you are stronger than all of us. I just watched you flex your muscles and explain how strong you were, then struggle to even lift a simple milk jug, even when you used both of your hands and all of your body weight, you struggled literally the entire time, from the very second you picked it up. you needed me to put it up on the counter for you. and on top of that, you still till this day aren’t strong enough to open the back door, and, I have had to pick you up before, and… Even even when you are trying your absolute best to get away from me… I can scoop you up with one hand, giving it no thought whatsoever.
Today one of my daughters insisted she turned off a couple of the lights that we left on as we were leaving the house, I watched her get up on her stepstool, stretch out her arms, and start jumping, still barely grazing the switch, I’m pretty sure she just got lucky given that she had to jump up so many times. She then was bragging about how she was tall and able to reach the light switches. I mean INSIDE THOUGHT “ Chill out. kiddo, you just gave me a hug, and all I can do was rub the top of your hair to show you affection because you… Aren’t very tall… You were literally hugging my shins/knees. I just watched you climb up on your stepstool, stretch your arms up, and even need to jump as high as you could. You had to readjust your stepstool a good four or five times on a single switch, and on all of the switches you were jumping for quite a long time, even so once you finally got it, your finger is barely raised it. On top of that, little one, I just picked you up and put you in your car seat because you still are not tall enough to climb in yourself.
Also, my other daughter was bragging about how she can open her juice box all on her own, I watched her struggle quite a bit just to take the straw out of the wrapper, and when it came time to put the straw in the juice box, she spilt her juice everywhere. Needing me to clean up her mess and give her a new juice box which I had to open for her because she couldn’t ever get the straw in her first one. INSIDE THOUGHT: I just watched you spill your juice box everywhere right after you explain that you can open it all by yourself, and I need to clean up your mess for you, and give you a new juice box. Which I had to open for you take a chill pill, kid.
So why would I pretend that they both put in an actual good effort? What is impressive about bringing a little milk jug inside? If that’s the case then me bringing in the rest of the groceries should be impressive. flipping three average switches, if that’s the case then me pressing the button to open the garage is impressive. We’re not being able to even open a juice box without making a huge mess, if that’s the case then me opening a soda is impressive even if I spell it everywhere.
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