They even passed up their breakfast cereal and ice cream because they can't eat out of styrofoam bowls and plastic spoons. Sure, they can eat off real dishes if they wash them afterward because I'm not handwashing their dishes for them all day long. Whaaaa, can't wash dishes. Ok, fine, that's more ice cream for me. Can't put the clip on the opened potato chip bag because they can't follow simple directions of opening the drawer located directly beneath the chips and take out the clip.
Then there's the snotty attitude and disrepect. If only I had a woodshed but then CPS would come knocking.
My various careers have always been working with kids. From little murderers, to the poor, and to the handicapped. I have to say I was always their favorite and easy going to a certain extent and didn't judge. But they're a whole new breed than they were 5-10 years ago so I've had closed that door. I used to go into scary hoods by myself in the middle of the night unarmed and never thought a thing about it but I wouldn't do that today in broad daylight. It seems there are either evil little thugs or wimpy little pansies with the All American good kid next door being a rarity. The blame rests solely on their parents who pander to them 24/7 and want to be their BFFs instead of doing their duty to raise them into responsible productive citizens with values and morals. I can't imagine what this country will be like in another 10 years when they are running it.
Oh my. I’m afraid I would probably take them home and have a talk with the parents, although I’m sure it probably wouldn’t help at all.
I’m taking my twelve-year-old grandson and two of his friends to the Hill Country in August for horseback riding, hiking, putt-putt golf and swimming in the river. But they are into scout things and know better than to ever say no to a reasonable request made by an adult. Difference in parents.
This morning in the street in our neighborhood, there are two boys engaged in a water fight with evil water guns, two little ones learning how to roller skate with an older one teaching them but obviously getting exasperated from the sound of things, two throwing a football and two racing up and down on bikes - without helmets so don’t report them, and one dad supervising his ten-year-old who is learning to mow the lawn.
Thank God for my neighborhood and the wonderful parents that live here as well as the parents of my grandson and his friends.
I have plans to teach my youngest grandchild how to cook and build things using carpentry tools (he’s 10). He’s an outdoors boy. Loves riding horses and does horse shows. Since he likes Science, I intend to teach cooking kind of like a Chemistry class. The skills will be useful in a multitude of areas of life. He already knows how to shoot and clean those tools.
The home schooled kids will be running it. Wouldn’t that be a hoot!