Playing Lucky Louie - Problems raising your child?

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Louie is having problems parenting his daughter, (who calls him by his first name). Once the little girl leaves the room, he explains to his wife why he understands how babies get thrown in the garbage.

As this dad puts it, "She used to be cute, now she sucks."

If this were an adopted girl, how much do you want to bet she'd be taken to a therapist and labeled with an "attachment disorder"?


Role Reversal

One of the funniest things I found about this video is the reversed roles each parent is playing.  Typically it's the mother who is home with the non-compliant child, and it's the mother home alone about to cry and lose her mind from complete frustration, and it's the dad who comes home from a long day at work asking, "What's wrong here?".  In real-life parenting, there are YEARS filled with no peace or sanity... that just goes with the territory.

I used to be one of those people who'd think, "How hard can it be to watch Sesame Street in the morning, go to the park after lunch, and have dinner ready by five?"

There were years I spent my days never leaving the first floor of my house because there were either two or four of Them and only one of me.   There were months I went without speaking full sentences, (and the worst part is, no one even noticed!)  It took over ten years for me to see how parenting damaged me.

Thanks to my years as a maternal shut-in, I learned WHY some mothers in nature eat their young.  Yes, I admit, there have been thousands of times I wanted to throw my kids like darts into the wall... but for me, the fun was to think it, knowing I could never actually do it.

What helped me out a lot was having the sick sense of humor to write my stories down, so I could send them to friends who knew, (or wanted to know), what I was going through.  If nothing else, I  would get a quick response saying,  "OMG!"  or, "I never laughed so hard, I think I wet myself.   Hurry back and write some more."

The world always seemed better when I knew my misery could make very good, funny company for those who knew exactly what I meant when I'd write,  "I can't remember when I last bib strings break when you tie them to a ceiling fan?"


I certainly needed the reassurance that it is a part of motherhood to feel overwhelmed! 

Kerry said:
"It took over ten years for me to see how parenting damaged me."  
Didn't we go into this thinking we HAD to be better than our own mothers?   I was bound and determined to be a
better mother than my two-headed monster was!  It wasn't quite like that, although I was an at-home mom and I
also home-schooled for 11 years.  I remember those times when I was desperate to talk to anyone who was
older than 4, or 9, or 12 and so on...  even though I WAS THERE, the damage was done behind my back and it
didn't mean I was any better or worse than the two-headed monster or her freak.  It just meant that I tried to be a
good mom, but the odds were against me and I still didn't have my perfect family, which everyone knows does
not exist.  I just wish I had known this earlier.

"I can be changed by what happens to me, I refuse to be reduced by it." M.A.
One Step Up From Bottom


Didn't we go into this thinking we HAD to be better than our own mothers?

I entered motherhood when I was 24... very young by today's standards, and younger than when my mom had me.  When I agreed to start a family with my much older husband, I made a vow to MYSELF, "I will not be like my mothers.  I will not leave my babies.  I will show them love and safety, and they will grow to be much better than me."

Looking back, it's kinda funny... before we got married, he and I literally sat at the kitchen table and discussed all the things that bothered us about families, and we made verbal parenting promises based on all we wanted and didn't want within our own family.  These promises were, of course, based on bad personal experiences, so it should be no surprise my list of promises/requirements was much longer and detailed than hub-man's.  I find it sad he didn't take many of my requirements seriously, but lucky for my kids, I'm used to being ignored and dismissed.

[You know, if people put as much effort into family-planning and child protection as they do with pre-nups and marriages, I bet we'd have far less "needy" kids in this world.]

I am still in the early years of parenting.  My oldest is 14, and my youngest are 7... but I look at them, and at all stages we have been through together, and I am able to see how different life can be because there is always a mommy or daddy in the house, and home has always been a safe place to be.

The strange difference between their father and me (in terms of "What sort of  future do we want for our children?")... he wants them to be rich and successful, and I just want them to feel loved, secure and happy.  I'm hoping my kids will find the best of both worlds, because now I'm at the stage where I'm praying the rest of the world doesn't ruin life for them. 

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