Parenthood is not for wusses. We do give tons of hugs but at the same time must take tough choices and actions when the buggers won't listen.
Time and time again we have to prove to my kids that we are their parents, not their friends. They have enough friends, they'll have many more and will not run out of them. They do not need us to be their friends, they need us to be their parents. We are meant to be their parents, otherwise they should have been born decades earlier and out of someone else's you-know-what.
Jason deciding to fool around with his school work this week (not the only week, mind you) is the straw that broke the camel's back.
Weekend is for homework. Friday, to be exact, so that we can all enjoy Saturday. However, Jason pretends to be in la la land every Friday and just lift a finger when I start yelling on Saturday evening.
One of his homework required him to submit newspaper clippings.
So on Saturday morning he made a list of things he needed to complete all of his homework. Then he forgot the bloody paper at home. Where were we? In the mall, supposedly buying the items in the list that's left AT HOME! Oh fer fek sake! Of course, the newspaper was forgotten.
Sunday, I told him to buy newspapers from the shop close to his Aunt's house. He forgot. Still cool. There's time before Tuesday.
Monday afternoon, I called to make sure they got the newspapers, they said they did. Nighttime came...
Me: Where is it?
Jason: Where is what? (this drive me nuts because I know he knows what I'm asking)
Me: The newspaper that I asked you to buy?
Jason: Uhmmm it's at Auntie Ann's house
By this point, my blood pressure is clawing out of my ferking skull, wanting to blast my boiling blood out like Mayon Volcano in Naga, oops I meant Albay.
Nothing I can do but he still needs to do the exercise so he will understand the process.
Tuesday night, he brought the newspaper home. Hallelujah!!! There I was, in my head, "what he has to do next is implied". Jason's best frustrating skill is to not go with the implied and go with the shove-it-in-my mouth kind of spoon feeding.
Yesterday morning, being a Wednesday, as we got in the car to do the long drive, I asked again if he's finally done it. He didn't.
Since he did not seem to give a damn about school, why should I drive him all the way to Dubai, through the dangerous dense fog, for exactly no reason?! Why? Why? Why in the world should I do that?!
I told him to get out of the car, left him by the curb of the house, looking at us driving away. I could see he was shocked and there was a teeny tiny trace of sadness but he must learn his lesson.
Did he learn his lesson? Came home from a stressful day and the first thing I asked at 8PM on the day I kicked him out of the car for not doing his work was, "where is your work?" To which replied grandly with, "I didn't do it because I was reading a book the whole day".
I GIVE THE UP! Mother father! Brother sister! I want to hurt someone so badly! I didn't! But I really, really want to.
Through gritted teeth, I told him to go up to his room and do his work. Livid but couldn't do anything. I still end up helping him... why? because I'm his mother!
I survived the ordeal but the trauma caused to my blood vessels are irreparable. I am forever going to be an angry, UGLY, old mother, thanks to Jason. His nonsense will be the death of me.
Gosh, I wish I can do the spanking challenge like how my mother used to. I'm sure I will feel so much better after, like as if I did cardio or HIIT.
Jason's antics will end me. I wonder how other kids test their parents patience. If your kids are not spawns of the devil, I don't want to know about it. Because seriously, that's the only story that will make me feel any better.
And if you know where I can buy patience... my stock run out more than a decade ago.
*Reading books is one of our new things at the moment. Alex, Jason and I are aiming to read at least 10 books this year. He is on his second and that is why HE THINKS it's okay not to do the clippings because he is fulfilling the other challenge. NOT OKAY.
We used to flip through the pages of glossy magazines or colourful webpages, drool and gawk at gorgeous places we only dreamed of seeing. We used to daydream over the idea of food we might never get to taste. Wondered how each destination feels.