I know I'll get no sympathy whatsoever, no matter where I post.
So I'll put this over here, because it's the least likely to get me yelled at by my mother/brother.
"She's three. She's three. She's three." Yeah, well, you keep fucking telling me that, and I'll keep thinking you're stupid and/or crazy, because you also tell me she's fucking brilliant. If she's so fucking SMART, then why the fuck SHOULDN'T I expect her to understand shit you tell me she "can't/doesn't understand, because she's three"? Which is she, SMART or a fucking brainless three-year-old? She can't be both -- they're mutually fucking exclusive.
She's fucking crying at bedtime. She ALWAYS fucking cries at bedtime. YOU won't fucking do jack shit about it; you won't even fucking ASK HER WHY, and when I get off my admittedly fat ass and do so, what do I get? "She's THREE. You're scaring her."
All I'm doing is standing there, asking her why the fucking hell she's crying. YOU don't ask her, YOU don't do anything resembling a bedtime routine. You won't even read stories to her! I didn't bother talking to her mother, because A) it wouldn't get me anywhere, B) it wouldn't address the actual problem and C) I wasn't interested in waking up my mother by getting into a fight.
And then we FINALLY get to it: she's afraid of the dark. This is not something that develops overnight and suddenly -- this is something that has been known. This is something that could be dealt with and alleviated by the purchase of a couple of night-lights, but no.
No, we have to listen to Bawly McYowl. I'm fucking going to buy a night-light, because I want my lamp back, and I damn well expect to be paid back for it.
I am not parenting material, and I am happy to admit it. I know full well that I am not a motherly sort of person, and that my inclination to give a fake-crying toddler a spanking so that they will have a reason to cry is seen by many as cruel and barbaric. I understand that it takes an amazingly selfless person to be a parent, and that I am not that person.
I also understand that the three-year-old in question needs far more of a parent than she's got, at the moment, and if her mother doesn't want me parenting her child, she needs to fucking step up to the plate and do it her own goddamn self.
So fucking there.
"She's three. She's three. She's three." Yeah, well, you keep fucking telling me that, and I'll keep thinking you're stupid and/or crazy, because you also tell me she's fucking brilliant. If she's so fucking SMART, then why the fuck SHOULDN'T I expect her to understand shit you tell me she "can't/doesn't understand, because she's three"? Which is she, SMART or a fucking brainless three-year-old? She can't be both -- they're mutually fucking exclusive.
She's fucking crying at bedtime. She ALWAYS fucking cries at bedtime. YOU won't fucking do jack shit about it; you won't even fucking ASK HER WHY, and when I get off my admittedly fat ass and do so, what do I get? "She's THREE. You're scaring her."
All I'm doing is standing there, asking her why the fucking hell she's crying. YOU don't ask her, YOU don't do anything resembling a bedtime routine. You won't even read stories to her! I didn't bother talking to her mother, because A) it wouldn't get me anywhere, B) it wouldn't address the actual problem and C) I wasn't interested in waking up my mother by getting into a fight.
And then we FINALLY get to it: she's afraid of the dark. This is not something that develops overnight and suddenly -- this is something that has been known. This is something that could be dealt with and alleviated by the purchase of a couple of night-lights, but no.
No, we have to listen to Bawly McYowl. I'm fucking going to buy a night-light, because I want my lamp back, and I damn well expect to be paid back for it.
I am not parenting material, and I am happy to admit it. I know full well that I am not a motherly sort of person, and that my inclination to give a fake-crying toddler a spanking so that they will have a reason to cry is seen by many as cruel and barbaric. I understand that it takes an amazingly selfless person to be a parent, and that I am not that person.
I also understand that the three-year-old in question needs far more of a parent than she's got, at the moment, and if her mother doesn't want me parenting her child, she needs to fucking step up to the plate and do it her own goddamn self.
So fucking there.