This Aint No Democracy

My daughter Tiffany has been taking parenting classes at the prison. These classes are three nights a week for four months. Her graduation is June 20th and we’re all going to be there to support her. I think it’s great she is taking this seriously and getting all she can out of it.

The problem is, she calls me every night after class and tells me what she has learned that day and gives me some “really cool thing” to implement at home. Here are just a few examples:

1. Get down on the floor and play with Keelen. Oh please….if I got down on the floor I would be down there until Cal got home on Friday.
2. Start having a game night. I tried to have a game night when Tiffany was little and she acted like I was asking her to clean the toilet with her toothbrush!!
3. She wants me to make sure that I ALWAYS say please and thank you. So now it’s “Keelen!!! Please stop running your big wheel into my new car!!! Thank you!!!”

I had to put the smack down on her about giving me parenting advice. It’s hard for me to take parenting advice from someone who should be doing it herself. But instead sits around and thinks up all this great stuff I can do.

I know she is just trying to be involved with the raising of her son and that’s great. But I’ve decided I’m doing things a little differently this go round. With Tiffany it was all that new age compromising and how does that make you feel crap and look where that got her. This time around, it’s I’m the boss, we’re doing it my way and this ain’t no democracy. If that doesn’t work at least Keelen will have something good to tell his therapist.

Ms Sparky