Jenn: The problem is you’re always nagging me. I know I need to do my chores.
Me: But you don’t do the dishes every day unless I remind you.
Jenn: I’d do them if you would stop nagging me.
Me: We tried that. The dishes piled up. Mice built their homes between the stacks. Slugs oozed down the sides of the sink. We got a visit from the toxic waste inspectors.
Jenn: You’re treating me like a child! Why can’t you treat me like an adult?
Me: OK, I’ll treat you like an adult. Adults support themselves. Adults contribute to taking care of their homes. If you can’t contribute, you can’t live here anymore.
Jenn: See, I knew you wanted me to move out! I knew you wanted to get rid of me!
Me: Um, I thought you wanted me to treat you like an adult.
Jenn: I didn’t ASK to grow up. I didn’t ASK to become an adult.
At this point, I wanted to say something adult and mature, like, “This conversation has become unproductive.” Unfortunately, I was unable to talk because I was laughing hysterically at my child.
P.S. This conversation actually happened 2 weeks ago. Since then, I haven’t nagged her once. She hasn’t done the dishes once.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Ever couple months I get a plea that she will do the dishes, just don’t nag. Every time I wake up the next morning to dirty dishes. for now, the nagging continues.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Well, you certainly didn’t have to tell me that you didn’t make that up.
I hate to nag. I just take away computer, cellphone, etc. It’s sorta fun.
Ha ha … I am pretty sure I said the exact same things to my mother when I was that age
Ahh memories, I got out of that stage(treating me like a child) years ago but I remember them well – kids just dont like being told what to do, simple as that
Oh, yes. I remember being like this. Thanks for the reminder of what i have to look forward to in about 15 years!
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