Note that yesterday was Christmas. Parents are not allow their children be with them at Christmas if Sarah I is going to be with them.......so says Sarah.Sarah Ibarruri
Adults that spoil kids aggravate me
Last edited Mon Dec 26, 2011, 10:43 AM USA/ET - Edit history (1)
My goodness, I never cease to be amazed at how some parents think their kids are God's answer to the planet. This applies mostly (I'd say almost exclusively) to the parents that have the brattiest kids on the planet.
Yesterday I had to spend some time with one of these kids because the mother felt that her child is so delightful, that surely all adults WANTED to have her child in their midst interrupting everything the adults said, and trying to break everything in the house and filthy it up. The adults wanted to make a run for it. That kid was loud, boisterous, not particularly bright, and (as if all the rest were not enough), NOT fascinating in the least. What the mom felt was grown up behavior on her child's part was merely a tremendous capacity for being obnoxious and unpleasant.
However, this mom was oohing and aahing about her kid (heck, who else was going to ooh and aah for this walking, talking obnoxia?), and trying to elicit our oohs and aahs, which were not forthcoming. I plastered what I refer to as, 'the look of the insane' smile on my face and pretended I was a robot. No oohs and aahs would come from me.
Why do parents (GENERALLY MOMS) inflict this on other adults? These moms behave as if they wanted to be your friend, but then by golly, they're HELL-BENT on you loving their bratty, spoiled kid. I think these moms don't really want to have friends. They just want to have an AUDIENCE for their bratty kids.
Since I'm on a rant about adults that do this, here's a tiny list of these adults that aggravate me. Let me know if any of you out there agree with me on this:
-Parents that include their kids in everything, adult conversations, bring kids to your dinner that you’ve made very clear is a grown ups dinner, etc.
-Parents that allow their kids to interrupt conversations between them and another adult
blah, blah, blah.....she has a list a mile long. I won't bore you with it.
Duers go off on adults that spoil their children.
Response to Sarah Ibarruri (Original post)
Mon Dec 26, 2011, 10:59 AM
14. You need to stop socializing with parents
"Yesterday I had to spend some time with one of these kids"
No, you didn't. You spent time with them incident to entirely voluntary social behavior of some kind, but you do not take responsibility for your choices.
Putting aside the fact that yesterday was a holiday which is viewed by some, rightly or wrongly, as a day specifically for being indulgent toward children, you can't claim you didn't know what you were getting into with your voluntary social engagement.
This power of "aggravation" is something only you can give to others. Only you are responsible for how you feel.Response to jberryhill (Reply #14)
Mon Dec 26, 2011, 11:00 AM
16. So my choice is to refuse to invite Brat's parents? ntResponse to Sarah Ibarruri (Reply #16)
Mon Dec 26, 2011, 11:02 AM
20. That is correct
Stop being a victim of your own social choices.Response to Sarah Ibarruri (Reply #16)
Mon Dec 26, 2011, 12:08 PM
50. Yes, that is your choice. You knew
that they were parents and that it was Christmas, for God's sake, did you think they weren't going to want to be with their own children on Christmas, of all days? Given your posting history about children, I think you just want an excuse to complain yet again about children and parents.
For many people who don't have children, everything they do irritates them and "gets on their nerves." They unrealistically expect children to sit primly and properly and quietly for hours at a time and not give any sign that they exist. And they certainly have no idea what it's like to be a parent, but that doesn't stop them from criticizing and giving "advice."
I had child-free friends who would invite me over for holidays but who said it was "adults only" and during the day, not in the evening when most children would be in bed. They had the right to make such an invitation and I had the right to refuse it, which I did, because I wanted to spend the holiday with my own son. They couldn't understand why I'd refuse or why I'd want to be with my own child on a freaking holiday, or why their other friends who were parents refused.