In every story, there is a beginning, a middle and an end. Sometimes authors use poetic license and scramble up the order. But not me, not with this story. I will tell it in order of events, as clearly as I can remember them.
Once upon a time, there were two 9th grade children, one male, the other female, step siblings being raised in the same house, attending the same high school and ironically, they have the same biology teacher. I know, right?!
These same two children were each missing six…SIX…homework assignments from their said high school biology class.
Parent A…the male parent…after having a small and loud fit when he discovered via Family Access that the two children were missing homework…
He took all the female child’s(his biological child) technological belongings away, stating that if the work is made up and turned in by Friday (the one that just passed), then she can have her beloved means in which she accesses Facebook.
He ranted and raved that Parent B do the same with the male child.
But, she had her own means, which caused quite a major grumble and roar from Parent A, because every way should be HIS way.
Parent B…the female parent…told the male child that if he doesn’t get the work made up and turned in by Friday, then he will have all his technological belongings removed from his room and never heard from again.
And then, both Parent A and B waited to see what the outcome is. Parent B, quietly while Parent A…not so quietly.
Friday. It came and it went. Buh bye.
Male child had brought all his missing assignments home on Tuesday and by Friday, the last two were turned in.
Female child didn’t even bring her missing homework assignments home UNTIL Friday. And they are still sitting, partially done, on the kitchen table where strangely enough, they sit undisturbed since being worked on a bit after school.
Male child didn’t lose his technology privileges, the promised result of the agreed upon action.
Female child got her phone back but no computer. Because we MUST be able to text, dontchyaknow.
Female child told Male Parent that if he had disciplined the same way as Parent B, she is pretty sure that she would have had her stuff already done and turned in, same as Male Child.
Because, with her stuff already gone and texting not accessible for the week, what else did she have to lose?
Parent A? Didn’t agree, considered his child’s words to be nothing more than excuses and believed Female Parent to have handled the situation entirely and completely wrong.
Which is completely laughable because CLEARLY the Female Parent wins in this unprecedented, total improvisational competition.
And CLEARLY the parents are VERY competitive.
Parent B is quite obviously superior in her parenting skills and wins the contest.
For the prize…
She will now bend over and mark the spot where Parent A can kiss.
Yup, I’d say you definitely won this one.
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LOL! They always think they’ll die without their phones…until they go a week without.
What I’ve learned — the idea of the loss is apparently more effective than the actual loss itself. Please give my thanks to Parent B for the parenting advice. Mine are still too young for unsupervised homework or technology.
That big, fat kiss on the rear is just icing on the Valentine’s Day cake, huh??
A) you win. Duh
B) parent A)’s problem while slightly in method, was more importantly and critically flawed in follow through. If the assignments are not finished, there is absolutely no justification for giving the phone back. Don’t write checks your butt can’t cash, so to speak.
C) thanks for the tip on how to deal with this situation when it finally arises for me!
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Nice! Just be glad I wasn’t your child. I would have just said fuck it, and quit school. Oh wait, that’s what I did. And what was even worse is that there was really not even any punishment for that because I then proceeded to get married and leave the country. For a year. Yep, I was a parent’s dream child. And now I feel like a owe my poor mother a second chance with my kids, who really are a parent’s dream child. Well, aside from the occasional threats with a life of disconnection from the grid if they don’t turn in their biology homework LOL. And the fact that my oldest thinks he should be allowed to say the F-word when he plays his guitar and sings his favorite songs that have the F-word in the them. He is 15, so I haven’t decided yet. Oh god…I think I just raped your comments….sorry…