Showing posts with label telling Dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label telling Dad. Show all posts

Thursday, October 11, 2012

No! You Tell Dad!


Don’t be thinking toddlers are the only children/people who throw tantrums. I think it’s a personality type, personally speaking.

So I’m biting on Mama Kat’s prompt below and I’m hoping to properly convey a conversation I had with a high maintenance child because I have one (a boy, a college sophomore (who’s getting easier and more grownup by the way, thank God), who copes with lifelong dyslexia and other attention type issues)). Thank goodness my girl is wholly independent and very, very low maintenance (just like her mommy?). Don't get me wrong...I love them both equally just differently!

2.) What was the last thing your child threw a temper tantrum over? Write a blog post from his/her point of view.

Well, Matt and I had more of a whiny conversation last week, as opposed to a full blown tantrum which he used to be famous for, which went something like this…

“Mom. So the good news is that my mid-terms are going pretty well.”

“Matt, that’s awesome. But when you say good news, that means there’s bad news, too.”

“I hate my ‘Study of Eastern Chinese Religions’ class.”

“Why?”

“I don’t understand one thing about it. When they say one thing, it means another. When I read the book and think I understand, I don’t. The teacher mixes me up and confuses me.”

“That’s called metaphor, honey.”

“MOM! I don’t care what it’s called. My brain doesn’t work that way. You know that.”

“Did I mention before I didn’t think that this class was up your alley?”

“Yes but…”

“Okay, so instead of complaining about it, what are you going to do?”

“I want to drop it but Dad won’t like that.”

“I think Dad would rather you get a good grade in a class related to your Infomatics major than a bad grade in Study of Chinese Religion.”

“It’s Eastern Chinese not just Chinese.”

“Okaaaay! Drop it. Pick up a new class. Figure it out. Whatever you have to do.”

“Are you going to tell Dad?”

“No. Call him and give him the whole “good news, I’ve got great grades on mid-term in all my other classes” speech than casually mention the dropped class. It should go over.”

“Will you tell him for me?”

“Hell no!”

“So he’s going to be mad at me saying I don’t take school seriously.  He’ll say he took Astronomy and that wasn’t what he thought it’d be but he studied. Besides, he won’t get mad at you!”

“Listen, pal. I got a big door ding on my new car so I have my own fish to fry with Dad. You’ve got to cover your own butt while I figure out how to cover mine.”

“Did you park too close to someone again? Dad says you always do.”

“Be quiet, Matt. Don’t you dare mention it to Dad!”

Mama’s Losin’ It