Comments on: Mommy Gone Crazy http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/ Mommy Blog about a Baltimore mom with three kids Tue, 07 Sep 2010 01:54:19 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Kris http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-45329 Kris Fri, 23 Jul 2010 19:23:51 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-45329 I am new to your blog and am in the process of reading your entire archives. Hilarious and pure genius. My 3 year old daughter seems to be going through the same thorn ridden path your Lily is going down. This post reminded me of when I had the "pleasure" of taking a friends little brother to the store with me. He started throwing a fit so I left the cart with all the goods in it, picked him up and walked out of the store....almost. He had been screaming "Your not my mommy, you can't take me, I want my mommy." The store security guards stopped me at the door and I had to endure questioning from them about the things he was saying all while he would not admit that he knew me. It was horrific and almost scared me away from having one of my own. He is now about to move into high school and I tease him about it all the time. I am new to your blog and am in the process of reading your entire archives. Hilarious and pure genius. My 3 year old daughter seems to be going through the same thorn ridden path your Lily is going down.
This post reminded me of when I had the “pleasure” of taking a friends little brother to the store with me. He started throwing a fit so I left the cart with all the goods in it, picked him up and walked out of the store….almost. He had been screaming “Your not my mommy, you can’t take me, I want my mommy.” The store security guards stopped me at the door and I had to endure questioning from them about the things he was saying all while he would not admit that he knew me. It was horrific and almost scared me away from having one of my own. He is now about to move into high school and I tease him about it all the time.

]]> By: ZNusbaum http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-33629 ZNusbaum Sun, 21 Feb 2010 13:19:03 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-33629 Don't you just love your monkey?! Mine the same way... Most days its blissful being a mother... but there are those days that I can't help but think... "Why the hell not.. children should be working in fields" .-= ZNusbaum´s last blog ..Meet Sonny =-. Don’t you just love your monkey?! Mine the same way… Most days its blissful being a mother… but there are those days that I can’t help but think… “Why the hell not.. children should be working in fields”
ZNusbaum´s last blog ..Meet Sonny

]]> By: Jeni Hill Ertmer http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-25441 Jeni Hill Ertmer Tue, 20 Oct 2009 08:09:52 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-25441 Hmmm. I am probably the role model for a true, really scary mommy as well as grandmother too! I have on numerous occasions over the past 42 years probably broken every cardinal rule about child rearing! From the time my youngest (of three children) was almost 4 years old, I was a single parent and my ex -well, when he was around, we both actually believed in corporal punishment for misdeeds of the children. Not beatings, but spankings, yes. Dr. Phil would so have ripped me a new one I'm quite sure for some of the things my kids had to put up with from me! I was then -still am -loud, can be aggressive and intimidating too and with a vocabulary that probably could rival many a sailor, there were only a very few words of the bad kind my kids didn't hear come from me now and again over the years. (My grandchildren -two who along with their parents and older half-sister -live with me, still get a royal dose of the bad language from time to time too. Not bragging about that, just saying that because I do cuss and why lie about it when my neighbors, should you ever happen to meet any of them would rat me out in a heartbeat. But, what I will brag about is that I did, somehow by the Grace of God and all else that is holy I suppose, manage to raise my three offspring to adulthood and though they are certainly not saints, they have turned out to be three of the nicest people you'd ever hope to meet. I didn't believe in coddling my kids -if they misbehaved, they knew they would incur my wrath -which usually entailed lots of long lectures, often filled with a lot of those previously mentioned bad words. They knew if were were going someplace and if the weather was crappy, they better sit quietly and let me listen to traffic information via the CB radio I used to have in my car -that way I knew what to expect on the highway and to try to avoid those things and their safety was all intertwined in that. They knew too that because of my work schedule -two jobs for most of my time as a parent -that they had best not ask for things that were unnecessary luxuries, expensive toys/clothes, etc. They could ask for things that were necessary and I would try my level best to get them what I could but there was a line -a fine line that was drawn and they knew not to cross that. They also knew that often while I was working their older sister was in charge of watching over them and they best not cross any lines she had drawn in the sand either! They also understood the majority of the time though why I had those rules, why they were expected to do or not do certain things because they did understand the economics of our home. It was called poverty row -or that's how my son would describe it to you now if asked but he'd also tell you that he -having had the opportunity to choose to live with me and his sisters (on poverty row) or going to live with his dad and have access to many of the things he could only dream about here -fancy bicycles, 4-wheelers, and the like -when push came to shove, he opted to stay with me because he came to the realization that his dad was merely playing the age old game of "Come live with me and be my love and I will buy you everything!" but that still came with a price and that was understanding his dad often forgot many, many promises too! Anyway, he says that he has never regretted making that choice so maybe I wasn't quite as "scary" to him as I thought I was then or even that I think I am now, for that matter. He tells his little niece and the 17-year-old stepgranddaughter to be wary of me though because I am not now the same person he grew up with -meaning that I have developed a little bit of a softer edge at times. Not much, but a little anyway. So maybe that's progress on my part. I dunno. You tell me! I could write a book on some of the things I have done over the years I suppose -but all you're getting tonight anyway is chapter 1. Stay tuned and who knows, maybe I shock the hell out of everyone and give you more chapters in how to really be a for-real, scary Mommy/Grammie! .-= Jeni Hill Ertmer´s last blog ..<a href="http://oldavonladysorders.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-that-is-there.html" rel="nofollow">The Good That is There!</a> =-. Hmmm. I am probably the role model for a true, really scary mommy as well as grandmother too! I have on numerous occasions over the past 42 years probably broken every cardinal rule about child rearing!
From the time my youngest (of three children) was almost 4 years old, I was a single parent and my ex -well, when he was around, we both actually believed in corporal punishment for misdeeds of the children. Not beatings, but spankings, yes. Dr. Phil would so have ripped me a new one I’m quite sure for some of the things my kids had to put up with from me! I was then -still am -loud, can be aggressive and intimidating too and with a vocabulary that probably could rival many a sailor, there were only a very few words of the bad kind my kids didn’t hear come from me now and again over the years. (My grandchildren -two who along with their parents and older half-sister -live with me, still get a royal dose of the bad language from time to time too. Not bragging about that, just saying that because I do cuss and why lie about it when my neighbors, should you ever happen to meet any of them would rat me out in a heartbeat.
But, what I will brag about is that I did, somehow by the Grace of God and all else that is holy I suppose, manage to raise my three offspring to adulthood and though they are certainly not saints, they have turned out to be three of the nicest people you’d ever hope to meet. I didn’t believe in coddling my kids -if they misbehaved, they knew they would incur my wrath -which usually entailed lots of long lectures, often filled with a lot of those previously mentioned bad words. They knew if were were going someplace and if the weather was crappy, they better sit quietly and let me listen to traffic information via the CB radio I used to have in my car -that way I knew what to expect on the highway and to try to avoid those things and their safety was all intertwined in that. They knew too that because of my work schedule -two jobs for most of my time as a parent -that they had best not ask for things that were unnecessary luxuries, expensive toys/clothes, etc. They could ask for things that were necessary and I would try my level best to get them what I could but there was a line -a fine line that was drawn and they knew not to cross that. They also knew that often while I was working their older sister was in charge of watching over them and they best not cross any lines she had drawn in the sand either! They also understood the majority of the time though why I had those rules, why they were expected to do or not do certain things because they did understand the economics of our home. It was called poverty row -or that’s how my son would describe it to you now if asked but he’d also tell you that he -having had the opportunity to choose to live with me and his sisters (on poverty row) or going to live with his dad and have access to many of the things he could only dream about here -fancy bicycles, 4-wheelers, and the like -when push came to shove, he opted to stay with me because he came to the realization that his dad was merely playing the age old game of “Come live with me and be my love and I will buy you everything!” but that still came with a price and that was understanding his dad often forgot many, many promises too! Anyway, he says that he has never regretted making that choice so maybe I wasn’t quite as “scary” to him as I thought I was then or even that I think I am now, for that matter. He tells his little niece and the 17-year-old stepgranddaughter to be wary of me though because I am not now the same person he grew up with -meaning that I have developed a little bit of a softer edge at times. Not much, but a little anyway. So maybe that’s progress on my part. I dunno. You tell me! I could write a book on some of the things I have done over the years I suppose -but all you’re getting tonight anyway is chapter 1. Stay tuned and who knows, maybe I shock the hell out of everyone and give you more chapters in how to really be a for-real, scary Mommy/Grammie!
Jeni Hill Ertmer´s last blog ..The Good That is There!

]]> By: Lisa http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-25343 Lisa Sun, 18 Oct 2009 04:38:54 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-25343 OMG, this happened to me! I was INSIDE my house, kitchen window open, using my "devil" voice to get my children to calm the fuck down and chill out and that's when I noticed that the neighbors were outside grilling on their back porch, a mere 20 feet from our open window. OOPS! OMG, this happened to me!

I was INSIDE my house, kitchen window open, using my “devil” voice to get my children to calm the fuck down and chill out and that’s when I noticed that the neighbors were outside grilling on their back porch, a mere 20 feet from our open window. OOPS!

]]> By: Momlissa http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-25299 Momlissa Fri, 16 Oct 2009 18:53:51 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-25299 That scene is something that is played out in my house, nightly. I am convinced that the lady directly across from us is secretly videotaping my dinnertime scenarios. Scary thought, indeed. .-= Momlissa´s last blog ..Google Tag =-. That scene is something that is played out in my house, nightly.

I am convinced that the lady directly across from us is secretly videotaping my dinnertime scenarios. Scary thought, indeed.
Momlissa´s last blog ..Google Tag

]]> By: LZ @ My Messy Paradise http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-25218 LZ @ My Messy Paradise Thu, 15 Oct 2009 13:08:52 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-25218 I am so afraid of this. The fact that I'm usually pretty even keeled, and then one day, when I'm at my wit's end, someone, whose opinion I value, will see me at my worst. It happens to everyone...just bake your neighbor some cookies. I'd forget about it for cookies. .-= LZ @ My Messy Paradise´s last blog ..<a href="http://mymessyparadise.com/2009/10/wordless-wednesday-sort-of/" rel="nofollow">Wordless Wednesday. Sort of…</a> =-. I am so afraid of this. The fact that I’m usually pretty even keeled, and then one day, when I’m at my wit’s end, someone, whose opinion I value, will see me at my worst. It happens to everyone…just bake your neighbor some cookies. I’d forget about it for cookies.
LZ @ My Messy Paradise´s last blog ..Wordless Wednesday. Sort of…

]]> By: Summer http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-25129 Summer Mon, 12 Oct 2009 23:15:41 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-25129 ahhhh, a mom just like me! I would have ran over and gave you a high five. =) .-= Summer´s last blog ..<a href="http://www.lemusingsofmoi.com/2009/10/fashion-makes-monday-happy.html" rel="nofollow">Fashion makes Monday happy</a> =-. ahhhh, a mom just like me! I would have ran over and gave you a high five. =)
Summer´s last blog ..Fashion makes Monday happy

]]> By: panamamama http://www.scarymommy.com/if-you-lived-here-youd-think-i-was-crazy/#comment-25120 panamamama Mon, 12 Oct 2009 16:01:45 +0000 http://www.scarymommy.com/?p=4027#comment-25120 Oh my, that describes so many of my days! Thanks for painting the true picture of motherhood! :) (Although my kids usually have painted each other with "warpaint" they made from red clay and crushed berries in the backyard.) Oh my, that describes so many of my days! Thanks for painting the true picture of motherhood! :)
(Although my kids usually have painted each other with “warpaint” they made from red clay and crushed berries in the backyard.)

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