Not exact matches
All u
out there asking for him on the cheap, are you
fucking kidding me?
Sometimes I think that parenting back in ancient times must have been simultaneously harder and easier than it is now, mostly because there was a prescribed way to do things back then; no debate over organic veggies, screen time, or how
fucked up your
kid was going to turn
out if you put them on a naughty step.
And yet, in the moment I simply wanted him to stop acting like such a freaked -
out, aggressive wierdo and just
fucking sing along with the rest of the well - behaved
kids at Music Together.
And the reason I keep sharing this stuff is because I think we all very often find ourselves in the situation where our
kids may be fine when we are in the room watching their every move like a drill sergeant, but as soon as we leave, within minutes, or sometimes even seconds, they are either beating the crap
out of each other or destroying something or attempting to do something they know they aren't allowed to do, or they aren't taking responsibility for their actions or their homework or their belongings or whatever, and we want to rip our
fucking hair
out and we say over and over an over again, Why can't you just do the right thing for once???
Anyway, two of the things that have really got me feeling like I'm emptying the Pacific with a ladel is the number of times I ask my
kids to do the same
fucking thing over and over and over again and the fact that as soon as I leave the room, my
kids start doing things they know they aren't supposed to or intentionally bugging the crap
out of each other until they are inevitably beating the shit
out of each other.
I glanced at my phone to see who it was from and as I did so, a middle aged man leaned
out of his car window and shouted: «Look after your
fucking kid you stupid cow, stop looking at your phone.»
But know this shit hard, if ever there comes a time, it's gets down to the morrow and it's you and me,
Kid, I will lay you the
fuck out.
Here's the answer: because he scared the
fucking shit
out of me when I was a
kid in Halloweens 1 & 2 and then — when they came back with some new ones in the 80s — HE STILL SCARED ME.
I'm a good girl, I'm a nice girl, I'm a straight - A, strait - laced, good daughter, good career girl, and I never stole anybody's boyfriend and I never ran
out on a girlfriend, and I put up with my parents» shit and my brother's shit, and I'm not a girl anyhow, I'm over forty
fucking years old, and I'm good at my job and I'm great with
kids and I held my mother's hand when she died, after four years of holding her hand while she was dying, and I speak to my father every day on the telephone — every day, mind you, and what kind of weather do you have on your side of the river, because here it's pretty gray and a bit muggy too?
I mean, do we really have to play this game, where because I'm who I am and you're who you are, we pretend that the word «
fuck» doesn't exist, and while we're at it, that the action that underlies the word doesn't exist, and I just puke up a bunch of junk about how some teacher changed my life by teaching me how Shakespeare was actually the world's first rapper, or about the time I was doing community service with a bunch of homeless teenagers dying of cancer or something and felt the deep call of selfless action, or else I pull
out all the stops and give you the play - by - play sob story of what happened to my dad, or some other terrible heartbreak of a thing that makes you feel so bummed
out you figure, what the hell, we've got quotas after all, and this
kid's gotten screwed over enough, so you give me the big old stamp of approval and a fat envelope in the mail come April?
Anyway, I've been playing the
fuck out of Dragon Quest IX and I have the week off, so I'll be reporting back to you
kids soon.
He do nt play with
kid consoles, he gets the
fuck out of there, that how bad he is.
I tried playing Wind Wanker for a couple of hours, but being chased around by a little
kid with a huge snot bubble really
fucking grossed me
out, and then I got stuck sailing around aimlessly in some boring - ass ocean and gave up.