Skip to main content

Wordful Wednesday and Why My Legs are Sore Today

Pardon the alabaster legs.  Someone really needs a tan.

No segue and totally random, hypothetical question that has nothing, absolutely nothing to do with my life -

Is it ever appropriate to spank a 13 year old child when she is tired, cranky, and radiates unfocused anger while lashing out at anyone and everyone which ruins a family vacation?  At least after the hour of 7:00 p.m. every night.  I'd love to hear your thoughts and experience.  Again, not that it is relevant to my life or anything... just an overall parental support question.

Comments

  1. I support spankings on all levels.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I would say yes, but the spanking should take the form of removed privileges or possessions.

    Speaking as someone who was spanked as a 13 year old, the embarrassment of being spanked overrules the lesson, in my opinion.

    ReplyDelete
  3. Spank away, or as I prefer to call it - a lovingly swat to the behinder

    ReplyDelete
  4. Spank away, or as I prefer to call it - a lovingly swat to the behinder

    ReplyDelete
  5. I never found spanking to be effective past the age of training pants.

    For a 13-year old girl who is not at all cooperative, and makes everyone else's existence unpleasant, I found shunning worked wonders.

    I simply excluded her from any and all conversation and activities we took part in.

    She hated that sense of isolation and being ignored - and would return to civility.

    I might recommend a nap, too. Teens need more sleep - maybe that's why she was cranky in the evening.

    ReplyDelete
  6. I am just hoping my seven year old skips the teen years... I have no answers.

    ReplyDelete
  7. I say shun her and pour everyone else a cocktail. Well, everyone who's old enough... ;-)

    ReplyDelete
  8. Wow - if you do find a solution that works, POST IT HERE! My 12 year old and your 13 year old were clearly separated at birth. We've tried counseling, psychiatry, medications, fasting and prayer and so far she still ruins every family vacation...

    ReplyDelete
  9. My mom once drove within a mile of our destination, pulled the car over, pointed the way, told me not to let strangers give me a ride and kicked me out of the car. I fumed all the way home, took my time, went a longer route and thought about how worried she would be when I showed up over two hours later. I walked in to find out she didn't care. Did my attitude wonders.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Most Dreaded Words

 Everybody knows that Christmas is about keeping the Santa Secret and pleasing your children. Therefore, the most dreaded words are uttered on Christmas Eve. "I changed my mind, I want a [pony, scooter, bike, Red Rider BB gun]" A close second place winner is, "Can I have a New Year's Eve party?" Then, "Me, too?"

Too Sick to be Sick

I am sick.  Really and truly sick.  I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day."  Because I am.  My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor.  I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick.  So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor.  I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin.  I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.  The kids came home from school.  I might have acknowledged them.  I made chicken noodle soup from scratch.  I couldn't even think.  My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do.  I grunted some terse instructi...

What We Eat

Check out the good looking crew.  Just to clarify.  I'm the pretty one. There's a little mountain resort in Northern Utah that is invaded every July by this group of people. We are an intimidating bunch. 5 years ago my brother brought his Nepalese bride to the United States.  She lived in a country where she had no expectation to ever drive a car.  She bought her food daily from the market and ate it.  She taught English, although her accent was so strong when she arrived I questioned her grasp of the language.  We tried to be friendly and accepting.  We ended up scaring the daylights out of her. She thought we were crazy.  Her words, not mine. Although I think she tolerated me a little better than the others because I had the brand new fair-haired baby that she continued to steal.  She wanted a blond haired, blue eyed baby and wondered what her chances were now that she married an American. We take turns cooking for the family dinners. ...