Tuesday, November 9, 2010

PostHeaderIcon Jenn:That's mine!

I waited a long time to be a grown-up.  I went from a baby to a toddler to a elementary school kid to High School and then on to college.  I even did some post grad work.  I got a job, I made money, I worked for things.  I got married - kept working - eventually had kids and stayed home.  I earned everything I have.  I can finally say with confidence, I am a grown-up.  Being a grown-up allows certain rights.  You get to make your own decisions, some good and some not-so-good.  You get to decide when you go to bed (and with who) and you get to drink soda or wine with dinner if you want.  You also get to have your own "stuff." Now those of you who know me, know I am not big into stuff - but what's mine is mine, right?  I don't mind lending you a dress or a pot or whatever, you are my friend and I know I will get it back.

Here's the thing, my kids think what's mine is theirs too.  My daughters have been waltzing into my bathroom and taking my shampoo, combs, brushes, whatever they need.  Not asking, just taking.  Lu loves to pick up my phone and play games and download apps. Now I have all these ridiculous apps on my phone and I don't know how to get rid of them!  The girls take my scarves and jewelry.  Sam takes his father's shoes.  They take and take and I am getting a little tired of it.  They all have more than what they need. Come on over, I will show their bedroom floors - they probably don't event know what's hiding under there.  They forget about stuff they have.  They get upset with me when I ask them to tidy their rooms.  I perpetually get but it's my room argument - uh not really.  It's MY house - well, mine and daddy's.  We worked to get us here. We paid the bills, we buy all that stuff that's all over your floor. So not really yours.  I kinda see it more like a temporary situation.  You are always welcome in our home - but I know your not here forever.  You have to go out into the world and get experience so you too can be a grown-up.  Until then however, my house, my rules.  That means drink your milk and clean your room and walk the dogs and leave my hairbrush in the drawer, thank you very much. 


Lisa Kennedy said...

I totally agree 100% Took Tommy's phone away because he was in smart ass mode ( God kicked me in the ass so hard with #3) and he is yelling, You can't take MY Phone" To which I responded, "Oh That Phone..it's MY phone cause I bought is and I pay the bill so It's mine!"

Jenn, ---- I couldn't agree more-- It's ALL mine and you earn "use of it" by doing what the hell I tell you to do !

Cara and Jenn said...

Glad to see I have an ally! Its tough balancing doing for your kids and letting them walk all over you - I too have taken the phone away... and used the same argument.

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