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Other People’s Kids

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When I was eight months pregnant with Cara, I took Sophie and Beck out back to go pee. The grass was dewy and the two idiots were tip-toeing around like the wet grass was going to eat them.

As I was cussing at the duo to get down to business, an itty bitty Sheltie came out of nowhere and charged my dogs…my leashed dogs…with me attached to the end of the leashes.

Previously (or currently) pregnant ladies, you know your balance was/is crap when you’re pregnant and mine was equally compromised that day.

The Sheltie managed to get underneath Sophie and Beck and I very quickly had a ball of dogs and a bad situation on my hands. Somewhere between hollering at my dogs and trying to kick the biting Sheltie away, I looked up to see the 11 year old devil dog’s owner.

“Get your dog!” I frantically called. The little girl just stood there and stared.

“Come get your dog! It’s supposed to be on leash!”

By this point, I was sliding on the wet grass and Sophie’s leg had been nipped by the Sheltie.

“I’m pregnant and I can’t control my dogs and your dog! Come get it!”

Finally the girl ran over to the chaos, snatched up her dog and ran off.

I checked Sophie’s leg to make sure that she wasn’t going to die and all of us went inside. Once the dogs were squared away, I went back outside to find the little girl and explain to her that she really should keep her dog leashed since that’s the rule and to make sure that she was ok since she had tears in her eyes when she left.

I didn’t find her and came back inside to call Tucker since I was still shaking and I needed some moral support. As I dialed Tucker’s number at work, there came a knock at our front door. I ended the call (Tucker hadn’t answered yet) and went to get the door.

“Where the hell do you get off?!!”

I hadn’t even gotten the door all the way open and that was what greeted me; the mother of the 11 year old was fit to be tied.

“How dare you scream at my child?!” she screamed. [ironic, no?]

I tried to explain what had happened in my most calm, reasonable adult voice but the woman wasn’t having it.

“I wouldn’t scream at your child! She’s crying because of what you did! How would you like it if I made your baby cry?!”

It all ended with her stomping off as I was trying to apologize for upsetting her daughter and trying to explain that the dog should have been leashed.

“You need mental help! Screaming like a crazy fucking bitch at a little girl! You should be ashamed of yourself! Your dogs need obedience training and don’t you EVER talk to my daughter again!!!”

That leads to my question for you guys:

Have you had an experience [good or bad] where you’ve had to “discipline” another person’s child?

If so, what happened and how did it turn out?

Comments

  1. stacey says:

    Oh, been there, done that. We have a store, with four small-ish to large windows panes that cost well over $700 starting to replace. We know as a fact because the door (the smallest of them all) was replaced after a smash & grab a few months after our computer store was opened 8 yrs ago.

    Fast forward to last fall. Two boys, rough housing outside of that same window pane door and another medium windows, banging up against the door and this medium window pane. By the time I opened the door, they were on the ground, wrapped around each other and grunting as one was trying to pin the other in a wrestling move.

    I stuck my head out and said, “Take it somewhere else, boys. Piss off.” I even wagged my index finger to direct them away from the store, and the stunned boys ran off. I have no idea where the mother was this whole time, but she opened our door to bitch me out 15 full minutes later, while accusing me of swearing at her kids and flipping them the bird.

    I looked straight at the oldest kid the whole time I stated what happened, correcting what didn’t happen according to her son’s account. He dropped his gaze several times and he never once challenged my version. He was as quiet as a church mouse. He even seemed frightened of me. Whatevs.

    But she wasn’t done with me yet. She didn’t believe me or Joe who witnessed it all, and she kept saying she was going to call the Better Business Bureau on us, and made sure we knew we lost a customer (she wasn’t one of ours at any point – we looked her up in both of our customer databases), and we dealt with her annoying follow up emails stating everything she said in the store about complaining to the BBB about us, and reiterated how awful we were to her angels.

    *eye rolling*

    The icing on this cake? Her email addy. I shit you not, her email handle is Smelly Kelly @ …

    *snort*

  2. When my oldest (17) was little I had a very simple list of rules in my house. BUT they applied to every child that walked through my door. If the parents didn’t like my rules or my consequences, which every child had to do too, the child wasn’t allowed at our house. Plain and simple. They were my K.I.S.S House Rules. One day I had my son and the neighbor boy standing in corners and the boys father came over to help my husband. As soon as he walked in the boy was calling for his dad. After the 3rd time Steve looked at his son and said “I believe by the rules that’s 3 more minutes standing there. When you are done you can come home and tell me what you did and whatever else you need to. Laura doesn’t just put kids in the corner because it’s fun for her. Now quiet and do your time.”

    I loved hearing that! The fact that Steve stood behind me in disciplining his child when the child was in my home was awesome. I remember as a kid if we screwed up at a friends house there were times we got punished there as well as at home. At times I would swear the neighborhood children knew the rules better than my own.

    Since that time I’ve been divorced and I’ve had 2 other children and with my younger children (girl 6 and boy 9) it’s not like that at all. We send the kid home they don’t have to say sorry, they don’t have to pick up messes. Hell for all we know the kid doesn’t even say anything to the parent…

    Well all of that is about to change at the beginning of this summer. I have decided to go back to my “old” ways with discipline and dealing with my kids and the neighborhood children. “It takes a village to raise a child.” Each parent in the neighborhood is going to get a copy of my rules and consequences and they can choose if they want their child subject to my rules. (remember they are K.I.S.S) There are some kids in the neighborhood I’m hoping their parents don’t approve, and some that I do so maybe they (the kids) can see what happens when discipline is actually applied. Wish me luck!

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