I was just reading Alice's Finslippy post entitled "Notable Moments In Exceptional Parenting part 64". Damn that woman is funny. You know how I laugh my ass off when people fall down? Her post is the parenting equivalent of that. Only, I am laughing with her, not at her. Well, mostly. Because the thing about parenting? No matter how smart we think we are, we ALL have those forehead-slapping moments.
Anyway, in her post (which you really should read in her own words) she tells how her young son has suddenly been having problems sleeping. He is tired and irritable and seems distracted at school. The teacher mentions this to Alice and wonders if there is anything going on at home. That could be keeping him awake at night.
Oh, you mean, aside from scaring the bejeebus out of him every night by reading Harry Potter as a bed-time story??
It reminded me of my own parenting epiphany recently. As you know, my (only) child is 8. EIGHT. And it just recently occurred to me that when she is unreasonably moody and snappy and behaving generally like the Tasmanian Devil? You might try FEEDING HER. Just toss a bagel or a banana her way (careful not to stick your fingers in the cage!) and within 10 minutes or so, peace will be restored to the land.
I know! Who knew??