Wednesday, April 29, 2009


I am a mean mom.

Not even just a little bit mean. I'm a LOT mean, and the last few weeks were a shining example of my extreme mean-ness, because I had to take things to a whole new level.

You just gotta get creative with those teenagers, you see.

1. Jake was asked to go to bed at 9 pm. He did. However, he counted on us being in the next room and read in bed until 10 pm.

Mean Mom result: I made him go to bed at 8 pm the next night. I also wondered if 9 was just too early because his friends go to bed later, but Jake can never seem to get up and is always tired.

2. Jake has these special dishes of his that must be hand washed, and the deal is that if he uses them, he washes them. He didn't. They sat on the counter for three days.

Mean Mom result: I washed them and hid them without telling him. Good luck finding those babies for awhile.....

3. Jake forgot his science text book to do his homework with at school.

Mean Mom result: I drove him back to the school well after hours and made him get it from his locker. I considered charging him for mileage but I was in a generous mood.

4. Jake didn't hand in his home work that was due AND lost a vital paper with instructions for an important assignment on it so he couldn't work on it for homework.

Mean Mom result: The next day I didn't let him set a toe outside, watch TV, or be on his computer until it was ALL finished. It was Saturday! Homework before Saturday morning TV? That's just...wrong!

5. Jake read tried to read past his bedtime again, thinking we weren't paying attention.

Mean Mom result: I stole the light bulb from his reading lamp.

6. Jake wouldn't get up in the morning.

Mean Mom result: You see, I have this plant mister that gets real cold if you keep it in the fridge. It works especially well on sleeping teenagers. Sure, they scream and squeal, but they get out of bed, too.

7. While we were hiking, Jake decided to start a pine cone fight with his Dad and scooped up what he thought were a few prime specimens to start pelting his Dad with.

Something about these pine cones was different, though and upon closer inspection....

It was so NOT a pine cone, but instead something no kid ever really wants to pick up.

Hubs begins laughing as Jake begins freaking out in the middle of the hiking trail....
"Was it still warm?"

Mean Mom result: I just blogged about it. HA! Ah, the joys of parenting a teenager.

Are you a mean mom? Let me know in the comments.

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