kidlings
I just had quite a weird weekend. Laura's two nephews came up to stay the
weekend. Their parents are going away to North Carolina or Florida,
somewhere south, and this would have been the last time she would have
been able to see them. They are 12 (Brett) and 13 (John). Wow. Now, she
told me these kids had a rough upbringing, their father is an alcoholic
and their mother left their father, and they live in a trailer and crap.
John is 13 and 260 pounds...he actually weighed himself over the weekend,
cuz I did and he followed. Brett is the first case of ADHD i've ever met.
I've been skeptical as to wether or not doctors prescribing Ridalin and
stuff was just BS, an excuse for parents to not have to spend time with
their children. I was wrong. This kid was out of control. Like he could
barely talk cuz he was trying to say so many things at once, and he
wouldn't stop talking. And besides that, he took a liking to me, and
followed me around EVERYWHERE. I couldn't walk into another room without
him following me. He also had the foulest mouth of any kid I've ever met.
He swore with curses even I won't say. And god the farting...and
burping, he thought they were the funniest things EVER, and wouldn't stop.
It was kinda gross. I was so glad I work all day sunday I got to stay
out of the house for 9 hours. John was very calm, but even he had quite
the obnoxious mouth when he talked. It was just the way they were raised
I guess. If anything, the whole experience has made me question just how
badly I want to have kids. Laura keeps saying "well if we had raised them
there's no way they would have been that bad". And she's right. But
mouths and actions aside, Brett's hyperactivity wouldn't have changed.
I'm not sure if I had a kid that hyper that I could be a good parent. I'd
just want to sit him in front of the TV and get some alone time for a few
hours. That is exactly what I dont' want to do though, have my kid raised
by TV. But even on the 3rd day of watching them I was sick of having
these kids following me around all the time. I wanted nothing more than
to get rid of them any way possible, and the TV or a movie was a quick way
to get them to sit for a while. *shrugs*
I'm also just recently beginning to wonder something about my own personality. I've heard people say "Oh so and so has an addictive personality". I guess it means they become addicted easily. Now, it can be about lots of things. For a while I managed to kick the online gaming thing to the curb (maybe a month or two). I started up Shadowbane just to give me something to do at work. Now I find myself spending more than just an hour or two a day playing, and if not playing, thinking about it. I keep telling myself it's because it's winter, and I can't do much outside. Which, does have some truth to it, I can't wait to play frisbee. But still...when World of Warcraft comes out, I fear I wont' see the light of day for a while. Which kinda makes me wonder. I'm happy when I'm playing. I'm also happy when I'm not. So why is it I feel the need to be playing when I'm happy either way? The world may never know...
weekend. Their parents are going away to North Carolina or Florida,
somewhere south, and this would have been the last time she would have
been able to see them. They are 12 (Brett) and 13 (John). Wow. Now, she
told me these kids had a rough upbringing, their father is an alcoholic
and their mother left their father, and they live in a trailer and crap.
John is 13 and 260 pounds...he actually weighed himself over the weekend,
cuz I did and he followed. Brett is the first case of ADHD i've ever met.
I've been skeptical as to wether or not doctors prescribing Ridalin and
stuff was just BS, an excuse for parents to not have to spend time with
their children. I was wrong. This kid was out of control. Like he could
barely talk cuz he was trying to say so many things at once, and he
wouldn't stop talking. And besides that, he took a liking to me, and
followed me around EVERYWHERE. I couldn't walk into another room without
him following me. He also had the foulest mouth of any kid I've ever met.
He swore with curses even I won't say. And god the farting...and
burping, he thought they were the funniest things EVER, and wouldn't stop.
It was kinda gross. I was so glad I work all day sunday I got to stay
out of the house for 9 hours. John was very calm, but even he had quite
the obnoxious mouth when he talked. It was just the way they were raised
I guess. If anything, the whole experience has made me question just how
badly I want to have kids. Laura keeps saying "well if we had raised them
there's no way they would have been that bad". And she's right. But
mouths and actions aside, Brett's hyperactivity wouldn't have changed.
I'm not sure if I had a kid that hyper that I could be a good parent. I'd
just want to sit him in front of the TV and get some alone time for a few
hours. That is exactly what I dont' want to do though, have my kid raised
by TV. But even on the 3rd day of watching them I was sick of having
these kids following me around all the time. I wanted nothing more than
to get rid of them any way possible, and the TV or a movie was a quick way
to get them to sit for a while. *shrugs*
I'm also just recently beginning to wonder something about my own personality. I've heard people say "Oh so and so has an addictive personality". I guess it means they become addicted easily. Now, it can be about lots of things. For a while I managed to kick the online gaming thing to the curb (maybe a month or two). I started up Shadowbane just to give me something to do at work. Now I find myself spending more than just an hour or two a day playing, and if not playing, thinking about it. I keep telling myself it's because it's winter, and I can't do much outside. Which, does have some truth to it, I can't wait to play frisbee. But still...when World of Warcraft comes out, I fear I wont' see the light of day for a while. Which kinda makes me wonder. I'm happy when I'm playing. I'm also happy when I'm not. So why is it I feel the need to be playing when I'm happy either way? The world may never know...