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oh you poor thing!! lol i am having a BLAH day too!! maybe its because im dreading tomorrow, i hate mondays!!!  im very irritable lately... today in particular. arghhhhhhhhh!!  
i hope that tomorrow is better for you!!  i couldnt imagine having an 8 and 10 year old around all summer long... especially when they arent on their meds!! hahahaaaaa.... wow, you are a brave woman!

Thank you! I do have to say, even though I hate to say it, since their father and I have a 50/50 every other week custody arrangement, it does help with my sanity, and my fiance's too, but when I have the crummy blah days, its not so easy to keep my cool. I try really hard to tell myself they are just kids, but when my 8 year old is getting sassy and talking back and being a snott, it makes it really hard for me and her both. I dont want her to feel like a trouble maker, but off her meds she doesnt slow down enough to think about things she says or does sometimes. But then again, she was getting snotty with me before we took her off, so I think its just her! Shes a redhead too! I bet that explains most of it. Lol!!! Sorry to hear you were having a blah day too. They arent fun. I am doing better today, how are you?

lol...  well, what you're describing is an everday event in this house!!!  my girls CONSTANTLY fight and argue (and someimtes hit each other too)...  and they are only almost 5 and almost 3!!!  but what makes it worse is that my almost 5 year old acts like a total baby when she doesn't get her way...  like i mean falls to the floor and everything!  its really nerve racking!  especially when i actually have 2 other babies in the house that don't even do that (a 15 month old and 3 week old)!  and guess what........  we're ALL redheads!!!!!!!!  lol!!!!  i have red hair, dh has red facial hair, my oldest's hair has darkened up a bit but in the sun you can still see it, the next has really red hair, my 15 month old has a lighter shade of red and my newborn is also a light red.  can you imagine what i'm gonna go through when mine are your kids age???  and to top it all off...  dh works out of town during the week and is usually only home on the weekends and i am a stay at home mom!!!  yikes!!!

Let me tell you a little story and see if it helps (your mood, anyway).

One December day a long time ago, a mother and her 5 year old son Teddy were in the toy department at the famous Wanamaker's Department Store in Philadelphia. The department was decorated for Christmas, packed with shoppers and other children and a festive atmosphere over all.

Little Teddy was wide-eyed with excitement. Suddenly, the toy he really, really wanted came into view. Teddy grabbed it and clutched it tightly to his chest. His mother attempted to gently unhand him of it, but he would not let go. He started to scream as though he were getting the worst whipping of his life. A crowd gathered as the desparate mother tried everything she could think of to make Teddy give up the toy. No luck.

The assembled multitude soon had management's attention, as did the blood-curdling screams from Teddy. The toy department manager made his way through the crowd and immediately saw the problem. Giving the mother a wink and a knowing nod of his head, he made his approach to Teddy, who eyed the manager suspiciously and clung even more tightly to his prize.

"Now then, young master ..." said the manager in a kind voice-

"Get away from me you bald headed, fat creep!" interrupted Teddy. "I'm not giving up this toy. I want it, I want it, I want it!" he screamed.

"But why not ask Santa?" the manager started to gently suggest.

"He's a commie wierdo and smells bad!" exclaimed Teddy, pointing at the jolly one who watched from his throne nearby.

The manager retreated a bit, put his fingers to his chin, and began to consider his next move.

Then, a pleasant, middle-aged woman stepped out from the crowd. Taking the manager in her arm, she stepped over to the desparate mother and said. "I'm an experienced grade school teacher. I have a few tricks up my sleeve and think I can help resolve this. She walked briskly over to Teddy, who was now seated cross-legged on the floor, rocking back and forth and moaning.

"Hi Teddy," the teacher said. "I'm Mrs.-"

"Shut up, you old coot!" screamed Teddy. "You're nothing but a failed has-been of someone's pathetic idea of a teacher and I'm not about to give up my toy for an ugly piece of garbage like you! And you're wearing cheap perfume. What are you? A streetwalker? And tell my mother to cough up the dough for this or I'll smash it to the floor into pieces!"

The teacher blanched and retreated through the crowd in the direction of the Ladies Room. The crowd stood in stunned silence.

In a moment, a short, overweight little man stepped out, took a few paces in Teddy's direction, bowed ceremoniously to the mother and manager, then turned to address the hundreds of on-lookers. "Friends," he said, "The field of child psychology is very new, but we have already made some amazing progress, especially in the area of behavioral problems. I am Dr. Quincy Throckmorton, and I will be pleased to demonstrate a new technique which is guaranteed to relieve the child of this possession on which he is so obviously fixated. In fact, if he does not voluntarily give up the toy, I, personally, will buy it for him." The toy was expensive.

The crowd mumbled their disenchantment with this performance by Dr. Throckmorton. Eyes rolled, heads shook in disagreement. A voice from the back of the crowd called out, "Yeah, you and whose army, Doctor?" The crowd agreed with this dissent, "Yeah, what do you think YOU can do?" The mother politely told the doctor that he need not concern himself. The manager folded his arms over his chest and shook his head slowly.

"I know what you're thinking!" cried Throckmorton, turning now to the crowd, then to the mother and manager, then back to the crowd. "You're thinking that this child is beyond the scope and help of objective science, properly applied. Observe!" he shouted, raising his finger into the air.

He walked slowly over to Teddy, then sat down beside him, and whispered in Teddy's ear. Teddy handed him his toy, stood up, walked calmly to his mother, and the two took their leave quietly.

Now the crowd moved in on Throckmorton, who stood triumphantly, basking in his success. People stared in disbelief. At last, the manager said, "Dr., we had our doubts, didn't see how it could be done, but your methods obviously work. Please, we beg you, tell us what you did."

The doctor replied, "Easy. I simply leaned over to Teddy and whispered, 'Let go of the toy you little sack of useless camel dung, or I'll break your arms."

.....

Enjoy them while you can.

-Q. Throckmorton, Phd.

JS,

Now thats what I'm talking about! Children aren't stupid. And this psychology **** we have been conned into believeing is creating a bunch of spoiled rotten, disrespectful nation of young adults.  When if you would just get down to their level, act like them, and blammo, just like Dr throckmorton did, they realize you won't be bullied anymore.

I am proud to say I spanked my sons 22 and 18. I did it in love because I was raising young men, not bullying babies. They have given me and their dad no trouble at all. Praise God.

How can you respect someone you can bully? I know I don't.

I deserved every butt-whipping I ever got -and would never have thought (and never DID think) my parents were abusive because of the punishment they deployed. And I also knew that it never happened unless I had really, really screwed up big-time. They were amazingly perceptive people, Mom and Dad. Fact is, as I grew older, they knew that punishment, correction, discipline or whatever you want to call it could not work if just a simple paddling -that would be an easy out for me. So they deployed other sanctions appropriate to my age and stage. Thank God they did.