I guess I'm still a mean parent, and if
you don't know what I mean by that take a look here:
I wrote once about how my kids think
I'm this horribly mean parent because I make them work. Well, they
still think I'm mean; and now I am because I'm not listening to them
when they get hurt. Well... I don't constitute a little cut on your
big toe, and it is little no bigger than the head of a pin; as
warranting needing to rest. Nor do I think.. but mom my back itches
as medically necessary of rest, or sneezing a lot for that matter.
With that said, I seem to have a nice
cold going on. I have been having very congested mornings where I'm
sneezing every ten minutes, my throat feels like one of the cats
crawled down it and shredded it's way back up. I also am not
sleeping well because I have been winding up so congested by the
middle of the night.
Guess what...?
I went out and watered the garden,
harvested Lambs Quarters for breakfast, fed the dogs and cats, made 2
different breakfasts, dug in the pond, washed laundry, and then
washed dishes, oh.. and before this post I wrote 2 posts per blog I
keep. But dang, ...I must not understand that when I'm mildly ill
I'm suppose to complain gripe and moan about how hard it is to work.
Thereby making the work take twice as long.
What I have noticed is that most kids
who spent any of their time growing up in the city especially in the
public school system where kids are taught to feel entitled to almost
everything. They seem to have trouble with the concept of doing some
hard work. They don't seem to care about the “what if's” that
might lie down the line as they are too focused on the here and now.
...and it's my job to be a mean parent
to teach them otherwise...
