tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5594837162728646182.post7145191851600611972..comments2015-11-03T12:53:14.760-08:00Comments on My Funny Old World!: Why do I mollycoddle my son?My Funny Old World!http://www.blogger.com/profile/08801264700340929970noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5594837162728646182.post-90837558010420385352011-10-13T12:26:59.457-07:002011-10-13T12:26:59.457-07:00I love your story Annie, thank you for sharing it....I love your story Annie, thank you for sharing it. My brothers, aged 12 & 14 when I was born, once covered the cat in washing-up liquid! That was before I was born, I can't imagine how our parents sorted that problem out!My Funny Old World!https://www.blogger.com/profile/08801264700340929970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5594837162728646182.post-72198218921749490032011-10-13T10:54:49.457-07:002011-10-13T10:54:49.457-07:00So, this reminds me of a story I heard a lot growi...So, this reminds me of a story I heard a lot growing up. My brothers (who were 14 and 17 when I was born, so all the good dirt I have on them comes totally secondhand) decided one day when they were 3 and 6 to paint the dog. Except they didn't have paint. So they used the shellac our dad was using on the boat. They shellacked the dog. Who sat there. THE WHOLE TIME. I don't know why I thought of that, except the paint thing, maybe. This is how my brain works. And as for the mollycoddling, well, as my mama said, may she rest in peace, you can't spoil a child with love. (Although you should probably draw a line at painting the dog. Or shellacking him.)Annie @ Trauma Dollshttp://traumadolls.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5594837162728646182.post-64045391643564127372011-10-11T10:01:18.914-07:002011-10-11T10:01:18.914-07:00That's it in a nutshell 'lt's easier i...That's it in a nutshell 'lt's easier if I do it'! But long term (from my point of view) I should have been much more strict with N and carried out the disciplinary measures inflicted at the time! There's loads of times when I've said "If you do (or Don't!) do this - then 'this' will (or won't) happen - depending on the situation. But I've quite often 'given in'. He has played on this over time and knows my 'weaknesses'. BUT - guess what - following on from PREVIOUS message - he's now got stuff in washing machine and asking if I want a cup of coffee. Perhaps my 'being cruel to be kind' thing is finally sinking in......??!! I wish!Helennoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5594837162728646182.post-26694599122550979512011-10-11T08:18:55.822-07:002011-10-11T08:18:55.822-07:00I love your comment Helen, I was mother & fath...I love your comment Helen, I was mother & father for son from him being 1 years old to 10. Not an easy job at all I know. <br />I find sometimes that it's easier if I do it, I know I shouldn't but I make the excuse of he's always at work, he does 12 hr shifts days & nights! But if he didn't do that I'm sure I'd find another reason for the mollycoddling!<br />Ps. Wouldn't it be ironic if his future partner is called Molly!My Funny Old World!https://www.blogger.com/profile/08801264700340929970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5594837162728646182.post-1432147099537324832011-10-11T07:21:58.631-07:002011-10-11T07:21:58.631-07:00I suspect my comments in a previous blog may have ...I suspect my comments in a previous blog may have been the inspiration for this one?! <br /><br />I can so relate to the first 3 paragraphs, the only thing I don't have is a 'hubs': I've been working full time shared between 2 jobs, trying to be mum, dad, cleaner, cook, gardener, nurse, housemaid and everything else whilst 'his nibs' sits on his jacksie doing sod all! My own fault I know: Because I like to live in a 'home' rather than a 'hovel' I've always ended up doing the jobs that were SUPPOSED to be his! To the point where I've given his nibs an ultimatum a few days ago: Its October, its cold outside, the tent is packed and ready to be transported to the nearest field or woodland. What is it to be: Tent or Home? Guess what? As I'm typing this - his nibs is upstairs TIDYING his room, SORTING his washing, MAKING his bed, etc. If he gets the polish & hoover out as well, I think I'll FAINT with shock. Maybe my days as a too soft, bottom wiping, mum are coming to an end? YAHHHOOOO! BUT - fast forward - once he HAS eventually 'grown up' left home I know I'll probably find myself 'looking back' to the days of washing up and mess. What are we women like? But the 'what to do when the kids have flown the nest' thing is yet another story ...........Helennoreply@blogger.com