My youngest child is going to be the death of me....

[IassaFTots]

Damn ...you guys are really creative!!!

I just sent my kids to their rooms.....or put drops of tabasco sauce on their tongues when they smarted off.

To this day, I cannot tolerate the smell of Dove soap.  I ate that if I backtalked. 

My Mom worked very hard to teach us our lessons.  I earned every spanking I got.  But the worst was the one year she and my Grandmother took all our presents out of the boxes on Christmas Eve, and replaced them with charcoal, rocks, and wadded up newspaper.  That was so the worst.  (especially since my little brother and I had spent so much time the week before unwrapping the presents and rewrapping them.)

[jtyangel]

Me, driving down the street:  "Who wants to stop for ice cream?"

Four kids:  "Me!' "I do!" "Me!" "Me! Baskin-Robbins??"

Me, still driving:  "No, we aren't stopping.  I was just taking a survey."

 

I like your style!

[BEG]

Damn ...you guys are really creative!!!

I just sent my kids to their rooms.....or put drops of tabasco sauce on their tongues when they smarted off.

I used to think I was super mom because I have never had to spank my kids, now I'm rethinking that.  All it took was a "look".  The "look" still works on my youngest but she will cry really pitifully if I give her it.  

I  have never had to spank, ground or punish my oldest child and he is perfect.  If anyone tells me otherwise I will cut you.  

[BEG]

To this day, I cannot tolerate the smell of Dove soap.  I ate that if I backtalked. 

My Mom worked very hard to teach us our lessons.  I earned every spanking I got.  But the worst was the one year she and my Grandmother took all our presents out of the boxes on Christmas Eve, and replaced them with charcoal, rocks, and wadded up newspaper.  That was so the worst.  (especially since my little brother and I had spent so much time the week before unwrapping the presents and rewrapping them.)

When I was about 16 I wanted a pair of GUESS jeans so bad.  My mom had bought me a pair for christmas and I found them under her bed while she and my step dad were out of town for a day (I was suppose to be staying with a friend).  I wore them out to "The Caravan".  I tucked the price tag in the pocket.  I thought I was SO smart, brilliant in fact.  When I got home I even sprayed them with water and put them in the dryer to get the wrinkles out.  When my Mom went to wrap them she noticed the price tag was all crumpled up.  She knew I had worn them.  She took them back.  When Christmas morning came and I unwrapped my gifts there were no Guess Jeans.  My Mom said NOTHING.  I said nothing.  Years later my Mom told me that she was so pissed when she found out that if I had been home when she went to wrap them that she would have unloaded on me but after she calmed down she figured not saying anything and taking them back was the best revenge. 

[IassaFTots]

When I was about 16 I wanted a pair of GUESS jeans so bad.  My mom had bought me a pair for christmas and I found them under her bed while she and my step dad were out of town for a day (I was suppose to be staying with a friend).  I wore them out to "The Caravan".  I tucked the price tag in the pocket.  I thought I was SO smart, brilliant in fact.  When I got home I even sprayed them with water and put them in the dryer to get the wrinkles out.  When my Mom went to wrap them she noticed the price tag was all crumpled up.  She knew I had worn them.  She took them back.  When Christmas morning came and I unwrapped my gifts there were no Guess Jeans.  My Mom said NOTHING.  I said nothing.  Years later my Mom told me that she was so pissed when she found out that if I had been home when she went to wrap them that she would have unloaded on me but after she calmed down she figured not saying anything and taking them back was the best revenge. 

OUCH!   

[DixieBelle]

Revenge IS a dish best served cold.

I left some gardening tools out in the grass once when I was about 12 or 13. My mom had told me to bring them in and I kept on playing with my friends and ignored her and then lied about it. She found them a few days later while she was walking around our yard. They were all rusty from the rain.

She then went into my room sometime over the next week and took a few of my toys and put them in the dog's yard. Never said a word, just waited until I found them all chewed up when I was out playing.

I never ignored her again when she told me to pick something up and put it away.

[BEG]

Revenge IS a dish best served cold.

I left some gardening tools out in the grass once when I was about 12 or 13. My mom had told me to bring them in and I kept on playing with my friends and ignored her and then lied about it. She found them a few days later while she was walking around our yard. They were all rusty from the rain.

She then went into my room sometime over the next week and took a few of my toys and put them in the dog's yard. Never said a word, just waited until I found them all chewed up when I was out playing.

I never ignored her again when she told me to pick something up and put it away.

I can't believe I'm telling everyone this story.....

Back in high school I was a panty liner FREAK.  I didn't need them (except for "that time of the month") but wore them everyday anyway.  I also took at least two showers a day...I think I had a problem.  Anyway, although I was overly clean about my body I was a PIG about my room and didn't pick up after myself at ALL.  I would leave wet towels on the floor, try on a just ironed polo shirt my Mom had ironed and then decide not to wear it and throw it on the floor, my room was filthy and to top it off I had a bird that my husband (then boyfriend) gave me for my 16th birthday that I would let out of her cage.  That bird crapped on everything.  I don't know how my mom let me live...because if I were her I would have killed me a long time ago.

When I would take a shower I would take my underwear off and leave them on the bathroom floor.  My brother would freak out because not only were my dirty underwear laying on the floor for him to see, they would have a panty liner attached to them.  Every time he saw them he would freak out and scream, slam doors, etc.  A few times he threatened to embarrass me big time over it but I didn't believe him. 

One night I went to bed and turned on my light.  My brother had stuck my USED panty liners to my ceiling fan.  Of course I freaked out and ran to my Mom.  She just laughed, which pissed me off more.  THEN I left for school the next day.  Got to school and parked my car.  A friend asked me what was stuck on the back of my license plate.  I said "what are you talking about" as I walked around the back of it.  My brother had stuck another panty liner on my license plate. 

I can laugh about it now but man was I pissed at the time. 

Retelling that store it really makes me miss my brother.  Damn it....I am so sad he died. 

Oh and I never left another panty liner or my underwear laying around again by the way.

[IassaFTots]

When I was in either 3rd or 4th grade we lived in a townhouse, and my next door neighbor was my best friend.  My mom had a doll bed, and a doll blanket that she let me play with, made by my great-grandmother.  One day, I misplaced it and she asked me where it was, and I could not find it to save my soul.  She started getting really pissed off. 

I went next door to ask Tina if she had seen it, and did I possibly leave it with her.  We looked and looked, and nothing.  Her mom was German, I believe, and didn't have a full comprehension of English slang.  So, when I kept repeating "My mom is gonna kill me"  she believed. 

The next day, when we drove into the driveway, there were police out front coming to investigate a possible murder of a child.  My step-dad was a real ass, but that day he saved me.  After we talked to the police, and Mrs. Carro, and went inside, my mom unleashed!  Holy cow.  When my stepdad came home, he calmed her down, and suggested she might be a bit over-reactionary. 

 I found the durn blanket and bed, under my bed.  That was how I cleaned my room. 

[BadCat]

Oh and I never left another panty liner or my underwear laying around again by the way.

Ya know doll, in HS, if us guys got a girl into the backseat, and got into a situation where we found a panty liner, we told EVERYBODY about it.

[Ralph Wiggum]

This thread is a great reminder for me to always use birth control.

[BEG]

This thread is a great reminder for me to always use birth control.

Yeah but you will never have a "panty liner" story if you don't knock someone up. 

[Ralph Wiggum]

Yeah but you will never have a "panty liner" story if you don't knock someone up. 

True, but isn't that a good thing?

[rich_t]

Gad.  If my ten year old had treated her mother or me in such a manor, well, eleven would not be a guaranteed.  Where do kids get off these days thinking they can treat their parents as if they are their peers?   

All my children to this day love and respect me unquestionably, and I swear, there was never a moment in any of their lives they felt free to ignore me, scream at me, or in any way assume we were equals in any situation.  In my house, a slammed door would be a door removed from its hinges.

I guess I was a mean-ass daddy.   :innocent:

I guess that means I was one too.

[BEG]

True, but isn't that a good thing?

If you would have asked me before my brother died I would have said yes but since he died it is actually a nice memory.  Man I use to piss him off.  Once he tied my hair to the refrigerator door.  He also put me under the sink (several times) and put a broom through the handles on the cabinet doors.  My Mom hated when we would call her at work because every time we called her it was because my brother was getting ready to kill me. 

[Eupher]

If you would have asked me before my brother died I would have said yes but since he died it is actually a nice memory.  Man I use to piss him off.  Once he tied my hair to the refrigerator door.  He also put me under the sink (several times) and put a broom through the handles on the cabinet doors.  My Mom hated when we would call her at work because every time we called her it was because my brother was getting ready to kill me. 

My sister, who was also the baby, would deliberately antagonize, poke, prod, and otherwise force an event whereby I'd give her a swirlee, smack her once or twice, or steal and hide her Barbie dolls.

Invariably I'd get into trouble - not for the swirlee or the Barbie doll thing, but for smacking her.

Sometimes you gots to do whatcha gots to do. Physical violence, when you're 10 years old, is infinitely a better option than putting my mitts on those damned dolls.

[IassaFTots]

My brother was the baby.  3 years younger than me.  I beat him up all the time.  Then I got spanked for it.  Or grounded, or both.  When he hit 13, he had this growth spurt.  We tussled in the hall, and he roundhoused me down to the ground.  Took the wind right out of me.  I was so ready to show my Mom when she came home from work, because I KNEW he was going to get his.  My face was swollen and black and blue.  I showed her, she asked my brother if he did that, and he copped to it.  She told me "I told you this was going to happen one day.  You need to stop picking on your brother."  The end.  Nothing.  I never hit him again, and to this day he still gives me noogies.  Drives  his wife crazy. 

[rich_t]

BEG,

Have you considered having her checked out for a hormonal or chemical imbalance?

[DixieBelle]

Ya know doll, in HS, if us guys got a girl into the backseat, and got into a situation where we found a panty liner, we told EVERYBODY about it.

[DixieBelle]

If you would have asked me before my brother died I would have said yes but since he died it is actually a nice memory.  Man I use to piss him off.  Once he tied my hair to the refrigerator door.  He also put me under the sink (several times) and put a broom through the handles on the cabinet doors.  My Mom hated when we would call her at work because every time we called her it was because my brother was getting ready to kill me. 

We were the same way BEG! Except I'm three years older than my brother and I was the tormentor. I know ya'll are just SHOCKED right?  :innocent:

We had some real knock down drag outs. Went to the E.R. a couple of times and got stitches once or twice. I now feel really horrible about it. We have a good relationship now but I still regret a lot of things I did to him.

[BEG]

BEG,

Have you considered having her checked out for a hormonal or chemical imbalance?

No Rich, I'm thinking it's a normal bratty girl type thing. 

[debk]

No Rich, I'm thinking it's a normal bratty girl type thing. 

most likely....just PMSing early.

I will say a prayer for you as she gets older.

Just remember....murder is a felony and severe PMS is a reason but not an excuse...

[RobJohnson]

BEG, it sounds like your daughter is having a tough time. I'll be praying for her. I'm sure it will all work out.

It's tough being a kid, and I'm sure she is still adjusting to the new school & friends. She might have a good reason for not wanting to attend the art class.