Sometimes being a parent is the hardest most painful job in the world. Generally my kids are very good. But when one of them brings home 2 grades very close to an F then punishments have to be handed out. That’s when the fun parent has to turn into the bad guy and hand down punishments. So, as I’m writing this I have punished said child to the nth degree (according to her). No more friends spending the night during the week. Socializing only on the weekends. A parent/teacher conference with said teachers about how those grades can be brought up to a C by Christmas – which is “nearly impossible”.
I very rarely have to punish my children anymore. They are teenagers are usually just talking through the offenses is enough. However, she is a junior. We are counting on scholarships for college because of my work situation (there isn’t one). And getting Fs or even Ds doesn’t cut it for the GPA.
I hate being the bad guy but apparently I am. All those times I’ve been the cool parent are out the window and forgotten the one time I have to step outside the cool box and hand down punishment. I understand why she feels crappy. What she doesn’t understand is that I also feel crappy – and I hate it!