Pet Peeves

I’ve been thinking a lot lately and shuffling through life and I find I have a lot of pet peeves. I thought I can’t be the only one who has those certain things that bug the hell out of me so why don’t I share them. Buckle up lovelies, this might be a bumpy ride. Keep your hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times because the bitch express is about to leave the station. My # 1 pet peeve lately is when my kids don’t listen. Or they don’t think I’m listening or understand something so they yell at me even louder!!! I’m not the type of parent who says if you do that, or say that one more time…. if it’s done once there’s a reaction guaranteed. I blame my impulsive nature for that, and the fact that I’m allergic to bullshit. ? My pet peeves for others children not listening or talking back bothers me as well. Please don’t think I’m a “perfect parent” sitting upon my high horse spouting wisdom. As that’s far from me, and perfect parents don’t exist in my humble opinion. It’s just that back in my day (I’m really showing my age here) I could never get away with a lot of things today’s kids say to their parents. Yesterday at the park I listened to this Mom tell her sons they could slide 2 more times then it was time to leave for lunch. These boys were sliding down the slide and the little one was bouncing on his brothers back and smashing his face in the sand time after time. The big boy was having fun in the beginning then he was seriously getting a beat down as his younger brother got more rambunctious. I watched them continue sliding at least 12 more times as their Mom continued with the warnings. If that was me, I’d be losing my shit with my kids because I get very temperamental when I get hungry and lunch is waiting. Hunger + anger gives birth to the “hangry” monster and these boys didn’t care that their Mom was suffering. The fact that it was Opposite Day as the Mom was a Caucasian woman with a Jamaican accent was reason enough for me to stare. And folks in my small corner of the world I just don’t see that everyday. So to see her not trying to get angry but still issuing warnings to her sons with this amazing accent was cool. So I put on my people watching specs and enjoyed the show. I overheard a lot of other kids reactions to their parents cues to leaving the playground no!!!! I’m not going, you can’t make me, can we just stay a little longer? Which is a normal reaction to not being able to play a little longer but the tone and absolute defiance was what surprised me. As it seemed to reach epidemic proportions as the waves of defiance from the sliding boys wafted around the playground. So you may ask what I did to get my kids out of the bratty crossfire? I got them the hell out there by telling them they’d get eaten by the “Hangry” monster. And I’ll be damned it worked, and with that the bitch express has arrived safely at her destination. Score Mom with 1, my kids 0. ?
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Jeanine Lebsack

Writer, research assistant, podcaster, reiki healer, and a passionate advocate for neurodiversity. On my writing journey I’ve discovered a plethora of passions including writing, researching, entertaining through song and dance, with a desire to explore and create something transformational and healing. I believe in the sacred art of storytelling and that there’s power in the written and spoken word. Join me on my journey using the magic of words, music, and heart song. I believe we create ripples of energy that flow throughout the universe and by sharing our stories it creates change, positivity, and healing. Have a listen to my podcast on Spotify and Anchor at House of a Writer.

2 thoughts on “Pet Peeves

  • 19 May 2014 at 11:55 am

    I’ll admit I give my kids a lot of room for negotiations. I usually say 5 more minutes knowing that 5 minutes in kid world can be 3 minutes or 10 minutes, and it’s usually closer to 10 minutes when they are having lots of fun they probably won’t have sitting at home watching tv. There are times they get so bored at the playground, they will argue with me that they are ready to leave and I’m like, ‘You can play for 5 more minutes, mommy’s talking to a friend.” My kids don’t listen to me. I’m not sure why. I’ve done everything people tell me to do. I’ve done it consistently for long lengths of time. It’s still, they don’t listen to me. Their dad, now him they listen to better. For a long time, I just refused to take them anywhere without him. They are still earning freedoms with that. I feel for moms who has kids that don’t listen. Even with my kids, the youngest two listens to me better than the oldest, but they all have their moments. I think the issue is example. Nobody really listens to me as adults, and my kids see that. They didn’t listen to their dad much until I started listening to him like where what he says goes. It was like because I listen to him, they do. Same with my mom. I don’t know. I’m rambling now, and the point I wanted to make is moms like you drive me crazy, not an annoyance as much as I”m just jealous.

    • 19 May 2014 at 4:12 pm

      You’re jealous of me?!! Wow that’s the best compliment I’ve had all day. ?


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