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Last Updated: May 15th, 2008 - 10:07:20 |
Children, Television and Video Games
By Lisa Barker
May 8, 2008, 09:12
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(An excerpt from Lisa Barker’s book Just Because Your Kids Drive You Insane...Doesn’t Mean You Are A Bad Parent!)
There are three
sounds that drive me nuts. If you guessed A) children B) television and C) video
games, you’re right!
I love my kids, but sometime sit seems as if they
conspire to drive me crazy and no matter what I do there’s no escape.
I
was in my room the other day—Sunday—my day to take it a bit slower and sit down
and read or write, when the voices of my ten-year-old daughters drifted in from
their room across the hall from mine. “Bibble babble bobble boo” ad nauseum. I
went to the living room. If it’s going to sound like cartoon chatter I may as
well sit in front of the television.
But, no, there is my seven-year-old
son who, upon seeing me sit down to write quietly, decides that I need a
second-by-second description of his every action. I know I should be thankful
because there will come a time when he won’t tell me anything about what is
happening in his life. But do I need to know it in such excruciatingly painful
detail?
“Mom, look. This piece of my transforming robot moves up like
this. Mom, look. This piece of my transforming robot moves sideways like this.
Mom, look. This piece of my transforming robot moves down like this. Mom,
look—.”
“ALL RIGHT ALREADY!”
Everyone stops and looks at me. I’m
moulting. I’ve got pinfeathers. My eyes are turning in slow multi-colored
spirals. I’ve got this manic grin, a facial tic, and I swear I could lay an egg
if just one more child pushes me over the edge.
“Mom, look. This piece of
my transforming robot moves—.”
“AAAGGGHHH!!!”
“Bibble babble
bobble boo!”
“AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH! AAAGGGHHH!”
“Hey, look, Mom
just laid an egg! How did she do that? I didn’t know Momma could lay eggs? Did
we eat your eggs this morning, Momma, or did they come from the store? Look,
Mom, when I move your egg like this it—.”
Does anybody even notice that I
can’t take any more of this? Does anybody care? Why is it that when a mom
finally gets down to her last nerve, everyone has the nerve to look surprised?
Haven’t they seen it coming?
“So, Mom, am I a chicken, too? Did I hatch
from an egg? Did you lay me?”
If chickens could deliver deadpan looks, I
would.
What is it with kids and their endless questions? Okay, at first
it was cute. And then it was a sign of intelligence. Now I wish they’d all get a
good case of laryngitis.
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the Author(s) : Jelly Mom™ is written by Lisa Barker and syndicated through Parent To Parent™ and is available for newspapers, websites, e-zines and newsletters. Here's all the info you need to publish Jelly Mom™: http://www.jellymom.com/editors-pubinfo.php
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