My youngest has what my mom would call a 2 by 4 mentality. You know. The kind of attitude whereby you need to take a fucking 2 by 4 to the side of their head to change their mind. He's the most stubborn angry little shit I ever ran across and there are days when I would love to ship him to Timbuk-fucking-tu. One second he's happy and cute and so damn lovable and then the next second he's fucking Satan! Screaming, crying, banging his head on the floor and just fucking pissed off at the world. Well, I have come to the conclusion that he doesn't have a 2 by 4 mentality or anger issues--he's an infantryman in the making.
Why the hell would I say that? Well, infantrymen as a whole have a very singular attitude: give me what I want or I will FUCK you up! Whether that's information from an enemy combatant or discipline within the rank structure, infantrymen expect to get what they desire and express their displeasure with those who fail to abide by their wishes with a vast variety of ways. It could be the click of a safety coming off, smoking the shit out of a private, or beating the ever living shit out of a fucktard, but infantrymen deal with people who thwart them quickly and concisely. And God help me, that's my youngest.
My two year old has had six, self-inflicted black eyes, given me a couple of bloody noses, kicked his father in the balls multiple times and generally made everyone in the family very clear on how pissed off he is when he doesn't get what he wants. I don't believe in beating my children, but I am not opposed to spanking them if necessary. It doesn't fucking work with this one! The kid is like Mungo from Blazing Saddles. The guy who they said not to shoot because "You'll just make him mad." That's Mr. E. I could probably beat that kid until the Second Coming and it wouldn't make a damned bit of difference.
I can't wait until the kid is big enough to do fucking PT until he pukes.
Welcome to my life: Seventeen years as an Army wife, four deployments, five kids, and more BULLSHIT than any person should ever have to fucking contend with. This is my personal bitch session regarding anything Army that pisses me the fuck off. There's some good advice for surviving Army life and fucking funny shit. I am a proud infantry wife and have learned to laugh when I wanted to cry and how to swear fluently. Don't like the truth or foul language? Fine. Don't fucking read my blog.
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1 comment:
oh boy!!! Jeron is like that, he is stubborn as shit and he is starting to throw fits now!! wehn i piss him off he comes at me swinging. he can be the sweetest thing... then he is a little shit!! i know how you feel!! he is independant as all hell. whne he wants juice he just throws his damn cup at me!! WTF. love the little guy but when 8pm rolls around i am happy to put him to bed. we live in his world!! he gets told 1000 times a day not to get into the damn tree or the presents. nothing works with this kid either. he never stops he wears me out!! lol!! i think these two would be 2 peas in a pod and strt their own army. lol!! i know how you feel. just today i said i was ready to throw him outside, someone would pick him up. then bring him right back once they realized waht an a-hole he can be!! cute on the outside rotten on the inside!! my girls were never like this!! WTF
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