When your kid is an ass

Yes, I went there - my kids can be a real asshats sometimes. So lets talk about my 6 year old who has mastered the ability to push my buttons. So is sarcastic, knows how to bate people and finds joy in it. Shit - she is me and I totally deserve it.

This weekend we were sitting on my parents patio and when this 6 year old wasn't getting exactly what she wanted she used her power. She decided to tell me that I didn't like her, care about her or love her. Oh boy did that push my buttons and she literally sat there and waited for my expression. I didn't let her ruffle my feathers too much, but that's only because she was saved by YaYa.

All of this comes on the heels of another great P moment. Earlier in the week I had asked the girls on multiple occasions to clean up their dirty clothes. On the third night I had enough so I made P get out of her bed and do what I had asked. She did it, but made sure to add in that I made her do everything.

Stop - wait a minute - now you are in trouble. DO NOT tell me that you do everything in this house. I'm pretty sure I went on and on about going to work to buy her nice things, driving home as fast as I could to pick her up early from after-school camp, leaving work early two days a week so that she could get to soccer practice on time, doing her laundry, cooking her dinner, packing her lunch, taking her on vacation, on and on and on I went. She slithered into bed, apologized and said that Mommy and Daddy are the ones who did everything.

So no, I'm probably not the most traditional mom and I don't shield my children from reality. I feel like when they are being asshats they need to know the consequences that go with it. Here is what you should be proud of, I didn't cuss during either of my responses to my spoiled little child and anyone who knows me should be clapping right now.

I would like to say that she has been an angel since those conversations, but reality is she is my kid and that's never going to happen.

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