I’ve been reading this article this morning about how parents are lacking in creating appropriate bedtime boundaries for their children, leading to parents getting kicked out their own beds and morphing the need for sexuality and intimacy into the wish for just a good night’s sleep.
Along with this article, I reflect on last night. My Monday nights usually consist of the severe pleasure derived from Wife Swap, and then as the peals of laughter die down in the house [The family that eats raw meat trades with the urbanites, the high priestess and super Christians, faux punk rock and the Amish.], the actions of Supernanny gets me sucked in for another half hour or so. I say not another hour because I habitually murmur, “Not in my house” or “Where is the fear of God?” or “Pfft, 12, that’s lawn-mowing age” and then tune out because, sheesh, my kids naturally will be different.
I think that’s a misconception that all this might be riding on. We figure, hey, we’re going to be nice to our kids, we’ll be friends even and oh-so diplomatic – so won’t our kids be nice to us? …But isn’t this what we keep seeing on Supernanny? I wonder if at some point our generation will swap back to a more traditional raising of children, a la my friend’s rotation of, “Do not do that or I will bust your hiney. One, TWO…” by then her little boy usually scampers off.
I made the comment last night to HWSNBN that I can’t and shouldn’t really make any arguments about all of this. For me, it’s like sitting on the couch during the Super Bowl and muttering about how I would never make a pass like that – but am I in the NFL? Oh no. But since I do have an outside shot of being in the Club o’ Mom, you know genetics and such, it feels like I’m currently milling around the next couple of seasons of training camp.
That was after I told him, whilst sipping my margarita and staring into the distance, about my theory to pump out at least three kinds for an investment in future household division of labor.
P.S. As I was typing this, Sarah reminded me about how infants under a year shouldn’t eat honey. Wha…? Googling it – yes, infant botulism and honey. Wow. I’m need a Mommy boot camp once I ever do decide to have kids.