Another parent goes crazy

Good thing cell phones weren't around about 50 years ago.

My mom tells this story all the time: When I was but a teeny kid (~ 3 years old) we lived in an old country house which had a well and a pump. It was an old well and pump, so my dad had to continually mess with it to keep it going. He came home one night and poured about 3 fingers of bourbon in a glass (rough day) chucked in a couple of ice cubes and turned on the water. No water. He went out to the pumphouse to kick and cuss the pump, a few minutes later my mom walked into the kitchen to find me standing there with an empty glass and a really strange expression.

To this day I find it hard to drink bourbon.

Jensenman wrote: Good thing cell phones weren't around about 50 years ago. My mom tells this story all the time: When I was but a teeny kid (~ 3 years old) we lived in an old country house which had a well and a pump. It was an old well and pump, so my dad had to continually mess with it to keep it going. He came home one night and poured about 3 fingers of bourbon in a glass (rough day) chucked in a couple of ice cubes and turned on the water. No water. He went out to the pumphouse to kick and cuss the pump, a few minutes later my mom walked into the kitchen to find me standing there with an empty glass and a really strange expression. To this day I find it hard to drink bourbon.

Ancient history is so cool

mtn that made my cry i laughed so hard.

More vintage, not ancient, history...

I am the second child, younger by six years. My parents always said "Well we learned what not to do with your older brother." This apparently included how to handle a whiny baby.

Day 1: I cried, mom came in and looked and saw I was just being a fusspot

Day 2: I cried, mom came in looked and closed the door

Day 3: I cried, mom ignored

Day 4: I didn't cry

If you did that today child services would take you away. Apparently, my brother as a child did the same tricks. Except, they were new to the parenting thing so they would go: "Ohnoes, baby crying what do we do." They'd drive around in their Slant 6 Valiant as that was what made my brother go to sleep. Maybe that's where the car genes come from, and probably how my parents explored most of the east coast.

Fire, it burns right?

As a kid I had this dumbass tendency to want to touch fire. We lived in India at the time, and there used to be a lot of power outages. So we had these giant oil filled lights that I apparently got attracted to. So, mom let me touch it once. Yeah, learned that one quickly.

Too bad there weren't cell phones back then, I shoulda called and blamed someone for my own stupidity.

A little off topic parent related . At the park this past weekend a little boy was tossing/ playing with sand and it was hitting a little girl , the girls mom threw a hand full of sand right in the little boys face / eyes [ he was about 4 ish ]. My wife went over to this woman and told her how wrong she was and then sent the boys parents in for the kill . It was almost a fight . You know who I had my money on .

Jensenman wrote: Good thing cell phones weren't around about 50 years ago. My mom tells this story all the time: When I was but a teeny kid (~ 3 years old) we lived in an old country house which had a well and a pump. It was an old well and pump, so my dad had to continually mess with it to keep it going. He came home one night and poured about 3 fingers of bourbon in a glass (rough day) chucked in a couple of ice cubes and turned on the water. No water. He went out to the pumphouse to kick and cuss the pump, a few minutes later my mom walked into the kitchen to find me standing there with an empty glass and a really strange expression. To this day I find it hard to drink bourbon.

Heh, heh...me and a few of my old high school/college friends often say that we can't even stand the smell of the first kind of alcohol we'd ever used enough to get our first hangover. Maybe that's why I only drink beer now? The smell of "Southern Comfort" makes me nauseous (again).

Hey, lay off the parents. I'd be scared , too. Its dangerous to mix Zoloft, Ritalin, alcohol.

Pssshhht. My parent got Liqueurs, after dinner drinks for Christmas one year, I was 7 and the second oldest of 7 kids. Almost every night for dessert we got a slab of vanilla ice cream then Dad would push a teaspoon into the frozen delight making an impression. The dip was filled with Creme de Menthe or Creme de Cocoa until both bottles were gone.

Maybe Mom & Dad just wanted some quiet time.....

914Driver wrote: Maybe Mom & Dad just wanted some quiet time.....

They did manage to have seven kids

Wally wrote:

914Driver wrote: Maybe Mom & Dad just wanted some quiet time.....

They did manage to have seven kids

... in eight years.

I have been told that when I was 2... my uncle moved from PA to Colorado. On their last night, they had a going away party and all they had were dixie cups and a couple bottles of wine.

I took a LOT of sips and then fell asleep behind some boxes.

funny thing is, wine is the only alcohol I really enjoy.

In defense of the parents.. I can see calling 911 if you do not know how much the kid drank. It would not take much to push a toddlers Blood alcohol levels to the dangerous level. To blame the restraunt though is just looking to get a free meal.

footinmouth wrote: the girls mom threw a hand full of sand right in the little boys face / eyes [ he was about 4 ish ].

Horribly played. She should have thrown the sand into the boy's mom's/dad's face and then said, "Hey your kid just did that to some little girl, just wanted to show you exactly what it was like so you can take appropriate action."

Paul_VR6 wrote:

footinmouth wrote: the girls mom threw a hand full of sand right in the little boys face / eyes [ he was about 4 ish ].

Horribly played. She should have thrown the sand into the boy's mom's/dad's face and then said, "Hey your kid just did that to some little girl, just wanted to show you exactly what it was like so you can take appropriate action."

Yeah, she was in possession of the moral high ground and she flushed it by picking on the kid instead of the parent.

umm.. in Russia, drink accidentally sips you..

we lived in Atlanta in the early '50's, the summer I was 3 it was very very hot (so I'm told) hey, in Atlanta... imagine that... in the afternoons my Mom would have a glass of iced coffee, and invariable I'd come tug on her skirt and without thinking about it she would hand it down to me for a sup....

later that summer we were visiting her folks in Shelby and everyone was sitting around one afternoon... but instead of iced coffee they were having highballs and I, as usual, tugged on her skirt, and, without thinking she handed me her drink (gin and tonic) 2 or 3 times... finally her older brother said "Sis ?" and they all looked around and there I was wondering off to curl up in the corner ... I'm told I slept very well that night

My folks would rub some of my fathers home made vodka on our gums when we were teething, took the pain away. When they would have a get together everyone would have a mixed drink. We kids wanted to know what they were drinking, We got our own little glass of weak screwdriver or what ever.

When my wife was a child she and her siblings got their own small glass of wine with dinner. (Italian family)

Neither of us has any issues with restraint towards alcohol.

porksboy wrote: My folks would rub some of my fathers home made vodka on our gums when we were teething, took the pain away. When they would have a get together everyone would have a mixed drink. We kids wanted to know what they were drinking, We got our own little glass of weak screwdriver or what ever. When my wife was a child she and her siblings got their own small glass of wine with dinner. (Italian family) Neither of us has any issues with restraint towards alcohol.

Here in college, the kids with the worst alcohol problems are the ones who never touched it until college.

porksboy wrote: My folks would rub some of my fathers home made vodka on our gums when we were teething, took the pain away. When they would have a get together everyone would have a mixed drink. We kids wanted to know what they were drinking, We got our own little glass of weak screwdriver or what ever. When my wife was a child she and her siblings got their own small glass of wine with dinner. (Italian family) Neither of us has any issues with restraint towards alcohol.

WHISKEY-TITS!

Appleseed wrote: Hey, lay off the parents. I'd be scared , too. Its dangerous to mix Zoloft, Ritalin, alcohol.

Dude, I absolutely agree..OTOH, why on earth would a kid that young be on the BMW E36 in the first place? Big Pharma's that agressive? I didn't think they got that greedy until a kid's 6yr old or so.

Major League apology in advance if you were just being satirical. My g/f's (brilliant, but "active" kid) is 5, and they're already talking about drugging him up. I guess it's just not a rhetorical question to me anymore..

Often its not "They" its the parents. Little Bobby is cutting into Mommy and Daddy's me time. Doctor, can you give us something to quiet Bobby down and make him more manageable?

Appleseed wrote: Often its not "They" its the parents. Little Bobby is cutting into Mommy and Daddy's me time. Doctor, can you give us something to quiet Bobby down and make him more manageable?

Good point. I'd forgotten that some parents are just as ready to abandon their duties even before the "teachers" get their hands on the kids...

Personally, I don't suppport drug use in humans until they're old enough to determine on their own what they'd like to take...

friedgreencorrado wrote: Personally, I don't suppport drug use in humans until they're old enough to determine on their own what they'd like to take...

My dad works for one of the big bad pharmaceutical companies and believes that you shouldn't be taking anything unless nothing else is working.... And that a kid who can't sit still in class is not a problem, its a "okay kid, you need to quiet down until recess or you're going to go sit in the corner"

As far as the ADD, my mother is an elementary school nurse and mother of three. She says that ADD is one of the most over-diagnosed, over-blamed, and mis-read (diseases?) out there. A first grade boy can't sit still in class? Huh, he's probably got something wrong with him! No you dolt, he's a 6 year old kid who wants to play outside. My kids not doing well in class? Well that can't be, lets blame something else!

friedgreencorrado wrote: Major League apology in advance if you were just being satirical. My g/f's (brilliant, but "active" kid) is 5, and they're already talking about drugging him up. I guess it's just not a rhetorical question to me anymore..

And that is a shame. Not to brag, but I have an IQ of 181 and absorb knowledge like a sponge. If they had those drugs back when I was gradeschool, they probably would have had me stoned too as I was a handfull for the simple reason I was BORED to death in school.

I have to wonder if the next Steven Hawking, Einstein, Saulk or the like is sitting in some classroom right now, so drugged up he can't remember his name, because he is deemed a "problem child" because he can't stay in his seat

I was diagnosed with ADD in about 5th or 6th grade - 1990 or so, just when ADD was starting to get blamed for EVERYTHING...Ritalin did nothing for me...I could eat a handful and all i would get was an upset stomach (i never tried, thats what the doctor told me and my mom). I did take another med when I was a teen that worked better, but also made me terribly aggresisve, so I stopped. I guess I kinda just figured out a way to keep my e36m3 together, even when I had a bazillion thoughts going on at once. I almost never take meds anymore, even OTC pain stuff or allergy pills etc. I guess Im just happier without that stuff.

mad_machine wrote:

friedgreencorrado wrote: Major League apology in advance if you were just being satirical. My g/f's (brilliant, but "active" kid) is 5, and they're already talking about drugging him up. I guess it's just not a rhetorical question to me anymore..

And that is a shame. Not to brag, but I have an IQ of 181 and absorb knowledge like a sponge. If they had those drugs back when I was gradeschool, they probably would have had me stoned too as I was a handfull for the simple reason I was BORED to death in school. I have to wonder if the next Steven Hawking, Einstein, Saulk or the like is sitting in some classroom right now, so drugged up he can't remember his name, because he is deemed a "problem child" because he can't stay in his seat

Quoted for tr00f. Some of the smartest people I know are also the antsiest. I too have a real problem with all this 'feed them pills' crap. That came up with my daughter when she was around 5 or 6 and I put my foot down hard, no siree no one is doping up my kid.

That didn't stop her cousin from being given Ritalin. Damn kid is a zombie now compared to the way she was. It pisses me off so I will shut up now.