izzzi said:
Goodness Grace it is true. Our 26 year old son will nicely tell me off for not shutting this lap top down properly,yet he can not shut that b***y door, not to mention the plates. Our other son does close doors and take is plate to the kitchen.
We did have good memories. When I was a boy with 3 sisters, one of my jobs was to fill the metal bath with warm water, after my sisters had their wash etc; it was my turn then I had to empty the bath.
This cold weather reminds me of those cold baths and the drafts from the back door. Roy
Roy ... just take a deep breath, be firm and do them a favour ... give him an ultimatum ... clean up, do a bit or ... or sod off!
I had one relatively tidy son, and one terribly messy son. To be honest, the tidy one has caused more heartache because a lot of what he did was pretence and he rebelled in other ways more heartbreaking. The messy sod ... well at least he was honest. That's all I can say. But there's only so much honesty a parent can take too.
If I had my time again I'd beat them both with a stick and to hell with PC!
Roy I remember those tin baths. My mother used to boil water in a big boiler ALL day long so we could bathe on Saturday night. It had to be filled MANUALLY by carrying buckets of hot water from boiler to bath and it had to be emptied the same bloody way.
I'm not an advocate of going back in time but my kids don't know such hardship and they don't know such usefulness either. I'm glad they didn't have to go through a childhood like mine, but in some ways I can't help but feel they're so bloody spoiled that they've missed out on some lessons in life. I appreciated what my Mother and Father struggled to give me. My kids appreciate nothing I did for them because my efforts took place in the workplace where I took abuse from managers so my kids could have a decent standard of living and enjoy a 'childhood'.
I worked in some dives throughout my life to put bread on the table and keep the roof over our heads. Was it recognised or appreciated by husband or kids?
Nope. It was taken for granted and complaints were regarded as a bit of a joke ... until the divorce papers dropped through the letterbox.
I'd have worked myself to death for my husband and kids, in fact I nearly did, but when it's not appreciated and taken for granted and even ridiculed well .... Nah! I preferred to walk out and leave them to it.