Thursday, November 8, 2012

My Toddler Doesn't Listen To a Damn Thing I Say

I've always been kind of a bad ass. I'm not trying to brag, but people don't generally mess with me.

Maybe it's due to my line of work, which has given me a thick skin and above average people management skills. I've been a bartender for over 20 years. Behind that bar, I've always been known as the woman to send the difficult customers to. For some reason, even the most ornery jerks don't abuse me.

It's not that I'm mean -- quite the contrary, actually. I just possess an air of "I'm not going to take your shit." And it works. On everyone but my toddler. Mom's a bad ass - but apparently he hasn't gotten the memo.

Having mastered the nuance of dealing with the general public, I was sure that when I had a child I would have no problems with discipline. I imagined myself as one of those mothers who could administer "the look" and have her child fall into line. You know "the look" I'm talking about - the one that makes your child stop whatever he's doing, apologize profusely, and go make you an omelet?

Yeah, right.

I used to hate it when people would say, "you have no idea how hard it is until you become a mother." But you know what? Whatever images you have in your mind about the mother you will be, whatever fantasies you have about the way your children will act -- you might as well abandon them right now.

You have no hard it is until you become a mother. . .

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1 comment:

  1. I've always kinda assumed that most of my badassery when I become a mom will be for everyone BUT my child.