I was so pissed off last night that I couldn't even write about this. Still mad today, but at least not to the point where I'm having chest pains and steam coming out of my ears and nose.
My child, my wonderful child, is becoming a spoiled brat.
It seems that no matter what he has, what we do for him, it's never enough. The kid got to stay up until 10 PM every night over the holiday. Now that we're back on a regular school week, the regular bedtime has been reinstituted. It's not like it's a surprise, but the bedtime battle with me and Mr. Poutypuss has been an ongoing thing in our house. Yeah, I get it - all the fun stuff starts after 8:30, but he also has to be AT SCHOOL at 7 AM which requires us to leave the house at 6:45 AM which means that a bedtime after 9 PM isn't gonna happen anytime soon. He is too difficult to get ready.
He just had a birthday party. And a family birthday party. The kid got some really nice toys. And with the influx of holiday commercials, the "can I have" has increased tenfold. Honestly, he has hardly played with most of the toys he got - there are a few that he's played with consistently, and the others he's played with a little. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's not like the kid got a stick and a rock and he's bored already with all that.
So last night, I had to go to CVS to pick up a prescription. He made the statement that he wanted this little junky Transformers toy and I told him that no, there would be no more toys until Santa comes. He has more than enough. So I sent him home with Joey and then I went to pick up my prescription. While I was there, I bought him something that he really did need - a new toothbrush ('Mater from Cars, thank you very much) and when I presented it to him when I got home, all I got was Poutypuss.
This was followed by him stating that he wanted to watch the Steelers play. Well, the game didn't come on until 8:30. So I offered to tape it for him. And ya know what he said?
"I only like to watch live football games."
At this point, I lost it. I was offering to do something nice for him, and that's what I got.
I guess it's human nature to always want more. Heck, that's what keeps us motivated to live. What I'm scared of is a case of OnlyKidItis. Something like one of the characters in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. A kid who feels that he is entitled to get or do whatever he wants.
We do a lot for him. And it's not like I expect him to bow and scrape every time I enter the room, but I do expect not to get BS like what happened last night. So for now, we've decided that he will not be allowed to watch or play football until the attitude improves. Harsh, but it's the only thing that really resonates with him and might actually nip this in the bud.
I'm trying to think of other things to do though. Like maybe start making him earn an allowance so he can buy crap for himself. Getting an angel off the Angel Tree and buying a gift with his own money for someone less fortunate. If anyone has suggestions how to deal with this case of OnlyKidItis, I'd appreciate it.
He's such a good kid. And I'm very disappointed in him right now.
Today, I'm thankful that we have the ability to do nice things for our family and our son - even if they're not always appreciated the way we hoped they would be.