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Childhood Parenting Fails (copied from BMB)
They posted this on the August bmb and some of the stories are awesome, so I figured it would be fun to post here as well.
I'll start (I wasn't around when this happened). My eldest sister and brother have always been into horror movies even though my sister (R) doesn't handle them well (we got 5 minutes into paranormal activity before she had to leave the room). When the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre came out they invited a bunch of friends out to watch it. Towards the end of the movie my Dad went outside, found the chainsaw and crouched in front of the living room window until the movie was over, and then as soon as the credits started rolling he stood up (with a mask on) and turned on the chainsaw, scaring R and all her friends shittless. Apparently R was so scared she ran upstairs to her room and refused to come down for the rest of the night.
Re: Childhood Parenting Fails (copied from BMB)
I was finally tall enough to drive a go-cart by myself. I was SO excited-I was like 7. I was ahead and going around the last turn I hit the gas instead of the brake and slammed right into a cement pillar. I actually BROKE the tire that was on it.
My father was horrified. I had scrapes up and down my neck from the seat belt and I broke my toe. We paid for a lot of rides, so my dad had me get back into his go-cart and finished out...while I was terrified clutching the side of the car screaming "You're going tooooo faassst!!!" When in actuality he was going just as slow as he could possibly go.
Then he proceeded to tell me/ask me not to make a big deal about it to my mom because he knew she would freak out.
All she had to do was walk in the house and she knew what was up.
One of the first times we hung out with my now step-dad when he was dating my mom, my sister (4 at the time) was helping him make pancakes, and he accidentally burned her arm. It's funny now, it wasn't funny then.
When I was about 12, my mom took me to her school (she's a teacher) in the evening so I could work on a report while she was helping at a school function. She forgot I was in her classroom and left me after the function was over and went home. I used the classroom phone to call my step-dad (this was before she had a cell phone) at home and tell him I was pretty sure she left me because no one was around. I had even gone out to see if her car was where she left it, and it wasn't. He didn't believe me and kept telling me I was being ridiculous and she wouldn't leave me. The second time I went out to see if I could find her or the car, I locked myself out on accident. In the dark. In a not-so-safe place to be. My mom got all the way home and the family was like, where's Nicole, and she came flying back. Luckily while I was locked out, a school family that I knew happened to come back because their kid forgot a sweatshirt, and they let the sobbing me sit in the car with them and reassured me my mom would be coming back soon. I still give both my mom and step-dad shiit about that day!
Ha, another one. My eyesight dramatically deteriorated when I started 7th grade (and puberty, duh). I kept telling my mom I needed to go to the eye doctor and get glasses, and she wouldn't believe me. She thought I just wanted glasses because someone at school had them. I was sitting in the front row in every class and squinting so much that teachers were commenting. I'm still surprised none of them called her. For over a year she wouldn't take to the eye doctor. When she finally relented, the doctors were like, yeah she's pretty blind. She still was like, okay I get it, but come on. Then my new glasses came in, they had me put them on, and I looked out the window and across the street and said "I can see the leaves on the trees!" (because truly, I could not recognize people in the store when they waved at me until they were 5 feet away, it was BAD). My mom burst into tears and they had to call my step-dad to come pick us up because she was so inconsolable about "neglecting" my eyesight. LOL
this makes her sound so terrible, but even at the time I just thought it was funny! I promise my mom is a good mom! haha
My Mom used to work double shifts on the weekends so she wouldn't have to work during the week. Every weekend, my Dad would have us play "hotel" and hire us as the maids/maintance and get us to clean up the house and the yard while he watched Nascar. We thought it was a game. My Mom was hella pissed when she finally caught on.
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Hahahaha Kate! When we would complain about doing chores, my parents used to tell us they had kids just so they didn't have to do any of the house work.
That is exactly why we had Parker! Plus he is our retirement plan. He is going to make it big doing something to support us!
My mom forgot me at my middle school after cheerleading practice. I had to walk 2.5 miles home in my cheerleading uniform while it was snowing. When I was about 1/2 way home her and my brother passed me in the car. I was so pissed when I got home and all she told me to do was to take a warm bath to warm up. If I just had to walk through neighborhoods to get home that would have been fine, but I had to walk over this huge bridge and across railroad tracks. I'm still bitter today...obviously!
When my older brother was about 1, my parents took him out for a walk in the carriage. A dog got loose nearby and ran up the street barking. My dad was pushing the stroller and as the dog got closer, he shoved the stroller in between himself and the dog. Instead of trying to protect my brother, he used him as a shield. My brother still uses that to this day to give my dad a hard time.