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Got up this morning and went to get he and his brothers ready for school. He has to take his meds in the morning so I told him to eat something. He said he wanted Raisin Bran. I told him no you will eat something quicker b/c you have to go. He said if you don't give me Raisn Bran I'm running away. I said I guess you should start running. He goes to the door and opens it only to find that the chain was still on the door. Me and 10yr old start laughing.
 
Then I turn to 10yrold and said: "He's so short he can't even reach up to get the chain."
8yrold jumps and still can't reach it. Me and the10yrold are howling now at the site of this.
And then 8yrold laughs. Well I guess I gotta go out the window(we live ont the 1st floor so it's possible). He goes to lift up the window in his bed room and the site and sound of him struggling to lift that window just sent me and the 10yr old into laughing hysterics.(He's small and barely 50lbs) He turns with the biggest grin and says why are you laughing I'm trying to run away. So I turned to the10yrold and asked him to please fix his brother a bowl of Raisin Bran so they could get going and I could finish preparing their clothes and things for school. He went away shaking his head and laughing as he went to fix the Bowl of cereal for his brother. Too funny.


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  • silverwhisper said on Mar 15, 2007....
    HH, that was hysterical! thank you! :D

    ed
  • dailyachesandpains said on Mar 15, 2007....
    HH:  That was just what I needed to start my afternoon!  Thanks!
    Daily
  • queenparanoia said on Mar 15, 2007....
    awww that was so cute!!! hi daily!!!
  • Muckraker said on Mar 15, 2007....
    HH:  You are a kind and loving parent.  When I was 10 some of my buddies and myself decided we would runaway and join the Texas Rangers.  There were about 7 or 8 of us.  We met at one of the gang's houses after school and started plotting our strategy.  I had picked up my toothbrush and toothpaste from home.  Can you imagine a group of 5th graders sitting around in a vacant lot discussing how we were going to get to Texas.  After we had been there about thirty minutes, my brother came riding up on his bicycle and told me to get home.  When I arrived my dad met me at the front door with a plywood paddle he used to disipline my brother and me.  He beat me unmercifully with that paddle, he actually splintered the end of it.  My Mother finally intervened and got him to stop.  My entire back from my neck down to my calves was blood red and severly bruised.  By the grace of God he did not kill me.  He told me after, I had scared my Mother because she didn't know where I was   He went back to work after supper and that evening when he came home he gave me a goodbar candy bar.  I didn't realize it until years later but my father was a child abuser, he was harder on my brother.  I know beyond a shadow of a doubt you would never harm your son, I think you handled the situation exactly how it should have been handled.  I really don't know why I unnloaded this, maybe someone reading this has a short fuse with their kids, if you do, please learn to control your temper and anger.  My dad never did until my brother and I were to big for him to beat on. 
  • polarheart said on Mar 15, 2007....
    HH - When I read your title I was initially shocked, but then pleasantly surprised at the scenario and how funny it was.  Its amazing how we can make those situations less stressful just by adding a bit humour!  Well done, Mommy HH!
     
    Muck - I am so sorry to hear that you had such a hard time under your dad's hand.  Some people just dont know how to handle kids.  I am no expert with my own, but I try every day to have more patience with him and to distract him with humour instead of getting myself all worked up.  ((((hugs))))
  • husbandhater said on Mar 15, 2007....
    Thanks everyone. Mucky I'm sorry you started out so funny and then you touched me. Thankyou for that last part. I think I really needed to hear that as I sometimes lose my temper but would never dream of hurting my kids. I yell alot more than anything else and have been attempting to curve that. I try to use the spanking thing as the very last of resorts. And never hit till blood. A tap once or twice if that.
     
    I'll share something with you. My mom was a yeller and she was the discipline giver in my house(I can count on 1 hand how many times my father ever hit me as he said his father never hit him and he'd promised to never hit his kids, he cried after my mom forced me to spank me once. He definately wasn't the hitter). She was sometimes very harsh in her spankings(were talking the southern get a switch off the tree and don't come back with one that sucks,lol) when they were dished out. She apologized many years later and was much better with my youngest brother(who is in his teens and could use one of those spankings now as he just called his teacher at 13yrs of age; a fat bitch to her face and has been kicked out of 1 school and on his way out with this one.).
     
    My mother was 15&16 at the time she had us and was without her own mother from the age of 6(I think,grandma died and no one thought a man should raise 4kids,2boys and 2girls by his self at the time.). She was young and impatient and she acknowledged it in her apoligy to us. I was proud of her and I forgave. I love my mother but I occassionally fear I am sometimes harsh with my kids but I never told my kids go get a switch though. Probably more of the yelling that scars me. I hear her voice not mines that I hear when I yell at them. I love them too much to hurt them though. This morning was just so funny it that I couldn't be angry I had to laugh!:~)
     
     
  • boyzmom said on Mar 15, 2007....
    I can't wait til my kids are a little older. The little one still throws tantrums if he is told no and very rarely can I get him to calm down much less laugh at how silly he is being. But once in a while, it works.
  • mom said on Mar 15, 2007....
    Muck-that is a sad story.
     
    HH-I loved the way you handled that situation.  A sense of humor is one of the best tools you can have as a parent.  LOL  That was a great story
  • frontanack said on Mar 15, 2007....

    "Time Out"  that is what it is called... and you sit  on a chair... or go to your room... and come back.. when you have thought it over and mom says ok...  I was raising my children under the fear of... You should be hitting him/her for THAT!... and also under the fear of a ... well the ex is a sad sick puppy... he beat the firstborn at 8 days because she would not sleep...

    willow switch... size of my index finger in width.. 15 srokes, tll feces was coming out of the diaper... screamed at me to change her... then 17 more... and he has spent the rest of his life to this day... accusing me of being "anti-social" because I would never talk to him or his family... just some how had nothing I could say... even if I wanted to...

    and she was black from middle of back to knees... and I ... did not even consciously remember... for almost 20 years/// i am slowly recovering from the trauma now... and telling about it.. helps with that, so good on you , Muck: I always think that... men who beat on kids and women... really deserve the beating themself.. it is like they are beating themself.. but.. unfortunately.. it is not them....

    I had a real problem with children who used a lot of profane language... enough to make most sailors blush... I am sure... and... i started making them brush their teeth every time they cursed.  It was funny, because... they would get so mad about it!  I mean... come on.. toothpaste tastes good! minty.. and still: after the 3rd or 4th time... it was even better than literally washing the mouth out with soap.  just a couple of suggestions for the struggling moms. 

    Oh, and for me... I had to deal with a ... ooh... 5?year old.. boy... he was second youngest in the mix of 8 girls... at the time (and still is)... but, he was up in the loft of the barn with a rope, and threatening to hang himself.  I stood in the driveway, and called him to "Come here right NOW!".. and he did, and I just raised up on my toes and shouted..."DO you WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS  TO REALLY DIE??".. and he said, "no." so I sent him to his room.  he is 15 now, sometimes tries to play the card... but,. I just give him hell in a reasoning sort of way.

    Hope this helps.

  • footballmom said on Mar 16, 2007....
    Hey HH, when my middle boy was 4 we just moved to BC.  One morning he woke up around 6am, gathered together the cat and dog and took off out the front door.  We were all sleeping soundly.  Around 6:45am the door bell rang.  I was annoyed that anyone would be calling at that hour.  When I got downstairs I saw the front door wide open and there was a female cop standing there.  SHOCK!!!!  Right away I said 'Bradley!'.  She said, "good morning miss, are you missing a boy?  I looked around the corner into the car port and there he was, digging in the deep freeze for a pop sickle.  I then had to hear the lecture on child safety.  I was SO freaked out!  I guess he had gone 2 blocks and a wonderful lady was doing some early morning gardening and took him in her house.  He said she sat him in front of the TV while she called the police.  He remembers her daughters coming down for breakfast and that she asked him if he wanted cereal. He still thinks it is cool that he got to ride in a cop car.  Luckily the cops asked around and neighbors told them of the new family that had just moved in.  Great first impression!  We are so lucky that he was returned to us safely.  Needless to say we went out as soon as the mall opened and bought a dead bolt that only opens with a key and a alarm for every door.  I swear that kid keeps us on our toes!
  • husbandhater said on Mar 16, 2007....
    Lol he is like my 8yrold. He probably would have found that fun too.

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