Context: I’m trying to put myself in my parents perspective.
By “kids”, this includes those that have already reached the age of majority (i.e. adult children)
Context: I’m trying to put myself in my parents perspective.
By “kids”, this includes those that have already reached the age of majority (i.e. adult children)
“Hate them” is not what I’ve felt.
When they were young and couldn’t stop crying, I felt really frustrated and wanted them to stop. Stepping out of the room for a lil mental health break is a good way to deal with that.
Now they’re a bit older, I get annoyed by their reflexive “no” when asked to do something reasonable (e.g. clean up after themselves). Ironically, giving them a little bit of space lets them calm down and they usually comply.
I love these lil punks. I hope I’m never capable of hating them. Even if I may be annoyed at what they do.
Lmao. My parents definition of reasonable is having me be their personal translator for like… EVERYTHING.
😭 Just use Google Translate, mom
I’m thinking more along the lines of sticking the dishes they just used into the dishwasher. Although I’ve also asked them to pick up their candy wrappers.