Pin It From a child last night: "You don't love me! If you loved me, you would buy this toy for me!"
From a child just a minute ago: "You don't love me! If you loved me, you would be willing to do this thing for me!"
The last night child is wanting a backpack that has a stuffed dog in it. A ridiculously overpriced backpack with a stuffed dog in it. The child today is wanting me to cram a five hour drive into an already overbooked day.
Oh my at the over-indulgence I'm seeing here!
As far as the backpack goes, I gave this child some options to earn the money for the backpack. Things like a clean room, made-up bed, dishwasher emptied, vacuuming. I pay well for these services, in part because it's all stuff I don't want to do, and in part because the sooner she has the ridiculously overpriced backpack in her possession, the sooner she'll start whining and wanting something else. :-/ The backpack costs $18. So far she has earned $9, so halfway there. This is if I am kind and do not subtract money for things like temper tantrums and excessive whininess. (I should subtract for HER tantrums and whininess too). ;)
As far as the drive goes, we had plans for this child to go visit my parents this weekend. Several things happened to make that not an option. Rather than accepting a "no, I'm sorry, but not this time", this child has devised about 37 options so that she gets what she wants. Never mind at the inconvenience to everyone else.
I'm really really aggravated with them. I'm sure I'll feel bad later for using them for blog fodder, but I'm really at a loss and almost in shock at the selfishness I am seeing. (I know, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree ... sigh ...)
I think it's time to have a little talk about being thankful for what we have. Maybe add in a side order of "the world does not revolve around you" and for dessert, my personal favorite, "money doesn't grow on trees." Dinner is served.
Now excuse me while I go have a temper tantrum because I still haven't heard from the plumber. For THREE DAYS now I have had to brush my teeth in the kids' bathroom. Yes, that means walking an extra FOUR FEET every morning and evening, and sometimes in the middle of the day if there's been garlic. And my children think they have it rough.