Sometimes Kids Just Need to Be Left the Fuck Alone

Last night, I rolled out of work at 730 and headed to my mother-in-law’s place to grab the kids. Whenever the kids are at Nana’s, the girls are usually ready to go. Nine times out of ten, Mikey has no fucking clue where his shoes are. Last night he was ready to go, but on the way out, out of nowhere, he declared, “I’m not taking a tub. I’m not taking a shower. I’m laying in your bed, playing Club Penguin on the pickuter (Mikey’s pronounciation of computer).” Normally, I’d shut his shit down right on the spot for talking to me that way. But I felt like he had a tough day and sometimes, kids just need to be left the fuck alone.

When I was a kid, I used to hear adults constantly say that being a kid was the best time of their lives. That scared the shit out of me because I was in a constant state of anxiety about my weight, having friends, not doing well in school and girls. On top of that, the family members that I was around 99% of the time were fueled by negativity. If this was the best that it got, then I’d prefer not to live past thirty.

Being a kid is exponentially harder than being an adult. You have no context for anything and you are at the mercy of a handler 24/7. If you have a shit parent/parents, your world is fucking horrendous and it is almost impossible to envision living a peaceful life. Even if you have good parents, one small thing can seem like the end of the fucking world because you simple don’t have the brain development to think, “Well tomorrow’s another day.”

Hearing Mikey say what he said reminded me that I need to be more mindful of the fact that just because my kids are cared for and treated well, they’ve barely experienced anything in life and that the world is an expansive, terrifying place for them outside of the comfort of our care. Problems are problems, no matter how old you are. It’s hard not to imagine how tough processing the world is for my kids, especially since I’m 36 and still occasionally think in the middle of the night that someone under my bed will get me if they see my feet hanging over. Hopefully, we’ll both overcome our fears. If not, when I have that momentary feeling of being gotten by my under-bed monster, I’ll probably just play Club Penguin on the pickuter with Mikey in my bed until the sun comes up.


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2 comments on “Sometimes Kids Just Need to Be Left the Fuck Alone

  1. Your words just made my day. It was as if I’d written them myself! Thank you Sir.

    • Thank you, Laura. I appreciate that.

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