“I can scream as loud as my daughter” – Bad Mom Confession

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This week, a mom confesses to out-tantrumming her children.
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Constance writes,

My 6 year old Eugenia throws fits.  Massive, house/neighborhood-busting fits.  My neighbors are so used to it that they ask the next day (or the same night, if I’m sitting on the steps with a beer) what happened this time.

This last time my cop husband had been working for three days and I finally snapped.

It started with the fact that my eldest is away for a week, so the younger two decided that they will not cannot sleep alone.  So I haul their mattresses into the playroom, set up their comfy things, their nightlight, their “audio” and tuck them in.  Three hours later they are still going.  The joy of being together in the beginning had turned into the furious yells of two overtired children.  So, for the millionth time, I stomp into their room.

Eugenia whines: “Edson shook me and woke me up!”  (Right after I heard a war whoop and a ground pound from her.)  So I ask, “Why did you wake her up?”  Edson just shook his head.  She said, “Well he was whispering to me and I can’t sleep.”  So I nicely asked her why she felt like she had to lie to me.

And it began.

Eugenia cried and flung her arms around and when I took her hand to guide her back to mattress she threw herself down yelling, “Ow, ow, ow, you hurt me!!”  To which Edson yells, “She did not, you’re faking again!” In response my little demon rushed at him and pushed him down.  He cried, saying he just wanted to go to sleep, so I gave in and put him in my bed.

And what is Eugenia doing during this?  Lying in the hallway, yelling at the top of her lungs that no one loves her and no one wants to be with her.  I turn around, pick her up and plop her on her bed – which somehow provokes more screams of, “Oh owie!  My head!  You hurt my head!”  Then the legs start flailing and somehow she gets over to me and kicks me.  And I saw red.  I started shaking. I finally screamed-as loud as her: “Goddammit, just SHUT the F**K UP!”

I had never sworn at anyone in my house.  Definitely not loud enough for the strangers at the top of the street to talk about tomorrow.

I walked away (like I have done so many times.  Mommies need time outs.)  Eugenia followed me but I just couldn’t hear her anymore.  I was aghast at the thought that even though she flips out regularly, I had never lost it.  She will be scarred.  She will honestly think I don’t love her.

The next day I kept thinking the Department of Children’s Services would pull up.  My girl is not a delicate thing.  She is covered in bruises from the dog, the brothers, the tantrums, etc.  But who would believe the screaming mom when Eugenia’s big brown eyes are piercing your heart??

Dear Constance,

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“I lie to my kids” – Bad Mom Confession

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This week, a mom confesses to lying, absconding and misleading her older children.

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Mabel writes,

To give some perspective: I have three children – the oldest is 4, then there’s a 2-year-old, and finally a 4 month old (as of today). My husband is deployed, and it’s been almost a year since he’s been gone. At first we had a ton of offers of free babysitting, but now we’re old news.

Here’s my confession: I lie to my older kids just about every single night. These are my words exactly: “I’d love to read to you tonight for bedtime, but since the baby’s awake I can’t. I’m going to put her to sleep and then come back, okay?” Then I go and “take so long putting her to sleep” that I know for sure they’ll be sleeping by the time I’m “done”.

In reality, I’ve gotten the baby sleeping within twenty minutes, grabbed something to munch on out of my secret stash of goodies (a sin in and of itself I’m sure), and watching a Netflix movie on my iPad (they’d hear the TV).

The worst part is that at bedtime they prefer books that I enjoy, like Lord of the Rings – so it’s not as if I’m dodging a “See Spot Run” bullet.

Dear Mabel,

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“I gave back as good as I got” – Bad Babysitter Confession

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This week, a babysitter takes an eye for an eye.

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Leola writes,

I babysit for a 2 year old boy everyday while his mother gallivants runs errands. This mother thinks her children are perfect angels, but they are really spoiled and undisciplined because she is a pushover sweet and understanding.

So little Bedford was acting up one day and I kindly told him to stop screaming. But instead of listening to me, Bedford took his bottle of water and sprayed it into my face.

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“I play mind tricks on my son” – Bad Mom Confessions

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This week, a mom uses her evil mind control over her kid.

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Arminta writes,

I play mind tricks on my son.  Aloysius will come up to me and ask to watch some terribly annoying show like Dora.  I hate Dora.  So what do I do?  I answer “Sure, we can watch Dora in just a little bit.” Then I wander around humming the theme song to some other not-quite-as-annoying cartoon.

Before you know it, Aloysius wants to watch the show I’ve been humming instead!  Am I totally evil? Continue reading

“I smoke near my kid” – Bad Mom Confessions

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This week, a mom takes a few liberties on a national holiday.

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Caldonia writes,

I was a little tipsy at a Fourth of July family picnic, and I took two drags of a cigarette while holding my temper-tantrum-throwing son.

Dear Caldonia,

Ah, you have touched a nerve. While I am willing to forgive reckless driving, drug abuse and early exposure to porn, I have a personal grudge against smoking.

Ewww, smoking.

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“I lied to my kid” – Bad Mom Confession

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This week, a mom bends the truth to suit her own agenda.

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Octavia writes,

I lied to my kid and told him basketball signups were already over because all the games were at 8:00 on Saturday mornings and I didn’t want to get up that early. I ask for no mercy or empathy. I deserve whatever tongue lashing I get. But I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Dear Octavia,

You should know better than to expect a tongue lashing – 1000 Reasons is all about forgiveness, and forgiveness is what you will receive.

That said, from where I’m sitting your problem seems a lot like the troubles of the middle class. Continue reading