I'm the type parent that feels like the more hate you cultivate (wait, did I just rhyme? I knew I should of been a white girl rapper......)
Continuing on,
I feel like the amount of hate my kids feel towards me is directly related to how good of a parent I am.
Exponential hate is the best kind of hate.I'm not talking about severe amounts of hatred, I'm talking about HEALTHY amounts.
Just enough so that they resent you in their early 20's but they'll still visit you on Sundays.
Like, If my kids think it's cool to not eat the dinner I made for them, you can count on me to emotionally berate them and/or guilting them into eating it.
I'm not about to cook them food without the expectation they would eat that crap.
I HATE COOKING, but I DON'T HATE yelling at my unappreciative kids.
Or what if they think its cool to not pee before we leave the house?
Imma emotionally abuse them until they march into that bathroom right now and at least give it a try.
One time, T-Bag Tyler was yelling in the house and I took it up a few decibels to show him who was louder.
Nothing makes me want to make an appointment with planned parenthood more than when my kids yell in the freaking house.
That gets real old, REAL fast.
It's my job as a mediocre parent to teach them the ways of our cruel world and if that involves them hating me sometimes, I accept it.
I can't handle the parents who want their kids to love them 100% of the time. Where is the fun in that?
It's your responsibly and God given right to piss your kids off.
I LOATHED my parents a solid 89% of my formative years and look at me now. I turned into a semi-productive citizen who generally obeys the law. And I LOVE my parents now.
Discipline those little punks when they throw at fit in public, steal from your candy stash, or poop in a urinal at school.
Have some fun with it and get creative.
They'll still love you.... just not for a few hours.
