The age of disrespect

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Everywhere you go, you have the misfortune of seeing how truly disrespectful our society has become. Everything from:

The spoiled brat

The philandering spouse, boyfriend, girlfriend, or parent.

The pet owner that doesn’t spay or neuter

The church that spends 10 million dollars building a monstrosity that is guaranteed to irritate the neighborhood with their Wal-Mart style parking lot that boasts a light pole every 5 feet.

The ignorant neighbor that sprays their herbicide all over everyone’s yards, purely to ensure his grass is emerald green.

The sheer moronic nature of parents that put their 4 year old children on a dirt bike so they can somehow relive their white trash youth.

People who don’t look you in the eye, or say hello or goodbye when they’re coming or going.

I know…I’m being a whiny miserable pain. I had finally really attained a happy and stable life where I knew when I was coming or going, felt great about the job I was doing with my two adorable kids, and was really happy.

Then disrespect came and destroyed my oasis.

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Inaction…or saving your sanity 101

I admit I am a control freak. I’ll even go one step further and admit that I can be inflexible. Consequently, I have pretty much hassled my children into being fantastic little people. I’m guaranteed passable behavior, and at the very least, can count on them not to embarrass me publicly. They’re 12 and 7, so I figure that’s pretty much the norm by the time they’re that old, right?

No.

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I’ve been running in circles, chasing my own tail if you will, trying to get everyone on board with the same ideas. I’ve made a feelings box, have tried to negotiate respectfully when I’m on thin ice…and have finally come to a pretty annoying conclusion. (Actually, my delightful ex-husband shoved me into coming to the conclusion)

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Sometimes the only way to help someone, is to let them hang themselves with their own rope. Sometimes you have to go a step further even, and offer them your rope to hang themselves with. Worse still…sometimes you have to let them shake your peaceful happy existence by watching them do it.

I. Am. In. Hell.

sigh.

Ohhh my aching…everything. Pout.

What I wouldn’t give for a full body massage… but then I’ve never been much of a fan of it either. Something is inherently uncomfortable about a stranger rubbing the not-so-lean-and-lovely parts of your aching body… but then who am I to question it.

I’ve been on my feet by 6 am every day this week…though not to bed until 2-3 am… hence the all encompassing exhaustion currently coursing through my veins. I. Am. Tired. Ugh.

The market has owned me for yet another summer… I’ve made more delicious things I’ll never eat in the last 22 hours than you can imagine. Lemon custard tarts with fresh raspberry and strawberry topping… 15 dozen marshmallows…double chocolate fudge sandwich cookies w/peanut butter buttercream… lemon poppyseed sandwich cookies w/cream cheese frosting…Granola…Um… it hurts to think what else there is, though I know it’s yummy. Bummer is, I probably won’t even try half of it. It’s all safe enough, I’ve made these recipes so many time I can half sleep walk through it!

I found a new home for my little dog today too… <heartache>. Tessa was just plain unhappy being one of 5, she’ll be much happier being an only dog, though I feel like a horrible human and I have to force myself not to jump in the car to go get her, ugh ugh ugh. I miss her little face, and I’m sad, sad, saaaaaaaad thinking about how confused and worried she must be tonight. Sigh…

So what a buzz-kill, eh? My feet-hands-neck-mouth-knees-ankles-wrists-&BACK are killing me, I’m off to bed till 7… a whopping 4 hours tonight…!

The pampered child…

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I’ve been reading a lot of Alfred Adler lately. Mainly to shore up my resolve that its irresponsible to pamper your children. It’s not really something I ever questioned, but in being around a “pamperer”, it causes all sorts of headaches, raises questions and worst of all, encourages insecurities in my previously secure children.

I love and snuggle them both, don’t get me wrong. The difference being that I’ve taught them to comfort themselves and to trust that they can help themselves as well. Things I really think are invaluable. It all starts with letting your toddler “cry it out” in the crib. While unpopular in the current “entitled child” generation, its something that worked twice for me, and I’ve never regretted it. Children have to learn to self-soothe. We all do. If you begin with encouraging your child’s insecurities in falling back to sleep alone, it’s all downhill from there. Granted, it’s sad to not respond to your child’s needs, but far more tragic if you consider a lifetime of being unable to cope by yourself.

I am physically repulsed by someone encouraging or over-indulging an insecurity in their child(ren). It grates on every nerve in my body, and makes me feel so sad for the child in question. I firmly believe it leads to a lifetime of being unsatisfied and unhappy, and a life spent searching for someone/something easier than learning how to satisfy yourself.

Adler believed that giving in too much and overprotecting children actually makes them feel insecure by sending them messages that they can’t cope on their own. This insecurity can lead to an inferiority complex, causing people to become self-absorbed and insensitive as they try to shore up a flailing self-image,

“Every pampered child becomes a hated child,” warned Adler “There is no greater evil than the pampering of children. These kids are emotionally demanding and tiring to be with. They often grow up to become what we call ‘entitled adults,’ thinking they own the road on life and making themselves very difficult to like.” Adler believed that parents should take an active role in training their children to become socially responsible and sensitive toward others: “To see with the eyes of another, to hear with the ears of another,” Adler wrote 80 years ago.

You can read Adler’s parenting wisdom in his Education of Children or The Problem Child. Some Adlerian principles:

“Never do for a child what he can do for himself”

“Overprotection pushes a child down”

“Over-responsible parents often produce irresponsible children”

The Pampered Child Syndrome, by Dr. Maggie Mamen.

Sigh… back to the book I go… feel free to read along with me :)

Eat your heart out, Paris Hilton

So if you’ve read this far you know me by now… and you know of my unhealthy habit of acquiring little dogs… I’d admit how many I currently possess but even I have to admit it’s ridiculous. At any rate, half are going to new homes, so I’m not in a full fledge panic yet.

However… I’ve met my favorite :) Little Penelope Peapod, who is definitely here to stay. Isabelle has also found she fits in all the doll clothes, so Peapod (who has an excellent sense of humor and unlimited patience) has been playing fashion show for the past few days.

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Isabelle has also realized that the puppy fits into the doll dress that came with a birthday dress from her grandma for her birthday. Peapod accepts all this love as long as she gets to chew on the stuffed dog of her choice. A fair trade, I’d say :)

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