O.K. I am a blogoholic. No doubt about it. Not ashamed to admit it. I read way too many freakin' blogs….then read the comments. Click on links. I am beyond sure that at any time, I am seven blog clicks away from meeting Kevin Bacon.
I spend WAY too much of my day reading blogs. But I love them. What can I say??
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Today LA needed a checkup with the doctor. Trying to get out the door early. LA very cooperative and sweet. TDC making me near lose my mind with whining and throwing things, taunting LA with the fact that she was going to get two shots today. So I say to TDC, "If you don't stop yelling, I'm going to call the doctor and tell her you need a shot to help you stop." TDC hates shots…I mean, she HATES them. And she grew quiet and she got in the car. Kicked into tantrum mode in the car, so I pick up my cell, fake dial a number, and say…"May I speak to Dr. XXXX. (pause), Hi Doctor XXXX. This is Mr. YYYY. We have an appointment for LA this morning for some shots. TDC is coming with us and I was wondering if you have a shot that would help her to stop yelling and throwing things. You do? But it's a big needle and will hurt? O.K. I'll see how she is doing when we get there, and if she's still yelling, we'll give her the shot. Thanks. Bye."
Dead silence from the back seat. I felt awful enough for having pretend called with one of her fears, but son of a bitch…the worst part of the whole thing….IT WORKED!!!!
Now I'm afraid I'll not be able to stop. My first thoughts turned to my blog friend Dirk's entries about his mama's parentling….uh…"abilities and methods". I was thinking that maybe she could write a book on effective parentling using fear as a motivator.
I do feel so bad for doing this and have been promising myself it won't happen again….but, hell, it worked and will be difficult to not resort to this tactic in desperate times.
Good lord, I hope this trip to the beach clears my head and gets me to a happy place!
SERENITY NOW!!!!! DAMN IT!!!! NNNOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
Later!
May 13, 2006 at 6:00 pm
Somewhere, right now, a slight smile has passed my mother’s lips along with a small sigh of contentment. Her work is being carried on.
TDC: You have my deepest sympathies.
Have a great weekend at the beach!