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AIBU to throw my bowl of pear across the kitchen?

Earlier today I demanded that my mother stop what she was doing and immediately get me a pear. She is by nature a difficult woman and she insisted on finishing her wee and washing her hands first . I explained loudly that this was unacceptable but, typically for her, my protestations only made her more stubborn. Then she moved the goalposts and decided that I could only have my pear if I said "please" (actually I worry about her in this respect - she is utterly obsessed with that word, it's not normal) so I stormed around the house for 25 minutes or so and then eventually gave in and said please (so now she'll think if she holds out long enough I'll end up saying "please" every time - made a rod for my own back there ).

Anyway, she asked me if I wanted the pear to be cut up or whole. I replied "cutted up" and the utter arse of a woman cut up my pear! I was speechless with rage! Obviously, words were not enough to express my fury so I threw the cutted up pear across the kitchen and kicked her in the shins.

WIBU?

I think she genuinely thinks I am BU and it's causing me to doubt myself. What do you think?

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Several posts later [dripfeed]:

Oh, and then I weed in my shorts because I was still cross. That'll learn her.

poster TobyLeWolef Fri 16-Sep-11 09:36:06

Is she always this controlling?

pmsl

this thread is every thread/post that mn ever had through the eyes of a child,
class, pure class

You all think that you've got it bad? Well, my Mummy can't even colour in properly. Yesterday I specifically asked her to colour in a cake in my colouring book and she did it wrong. And then she had the cheek to ask me I wanted it then! I ask you, what kind of a mother can't even colour in? Even when I started jumping and crying she still didn't understand, in fact, she just ignored me. When I threw all the crayons onto the floor she even made me tidy them up myself!

LittleMissTina, 3

how I wanted it then

My mummy not only said no when I asked for marshmallows for breakfast this morning, she wouldn't let me put them in my pocket for later, even when I said they were for my cousins who live abroad! So I dragged my feet all the way to school and when we got there the bell was ringing and mummy had gone bright red from pulling me along. I find it's important to administer the punishment for unreasonable behaviour immediately, so the mummy understands why she is being punished.

Think yourself lucky, my Mother came to my very first assembly, and in front of the whole school wiped a tear away from her eye. Bloody woman, normally she is as hard as nails but today of all days when the eyes of the most wonderful 10 YO boy in the world were upon her. Honestly.
How will I ever manage to get him to notice me amongst 8 other girls if she is grizzling.

Maybe you could all join forces and support one another through these tough times.

Maybe even start a charity?

You could call it the CuttedUpPear society for those with mean mummies and daddies?

You are all so strong. The more of you who post, the more support there will be. You're not alone, you have each other.

Literally crying with laughter

YANBU at all. My Mummy is an insufferable dullard who insists on hanging around me all day, which I'm sure keeps my glorious, superior Lord Daddy away. All she ever does is change my napkin, prepare my meals and tend to my neverending whims. She has no imagination and I've no idea what my Father sees in her; he who radiates hilarity - amusing me by his clever use of farts and burps. I despair of the woman.

I love this thread. It makes me remember my child is normal and that I am not crap. Or maybe I am, but everyone else is just as bad as me

To add insult to injury, mummy now hurted me in the eye whilst trying to open the packet of biscuits that I was screaming for asking very politely for. Of course I made my protests known, and was not at all mollified by an extra biscuit. Mummy thinks she can buy my affection with nice food but I know better.

I've been very grumpy and whingy rather introspective today, planning my world takeover, and Mummy was going to dose me up with Calpol but I made a miraculous recovery when I saw Granny who always panders to my every whim. Granny didn't even mind when I sneezed halfway through my yoghurt, and laughed when it went all over Mummy's new jumper. I don't understand the word that mummy said but it sounded like duck.

My Mummy will not let me thump anyone, not even my big sister. I believe she is trammelling my creativity and I should be allowed this form of emotional expression if I want. I have tried screaming at the top of my lungs as a possible alternative, but she seems not to appreciate that either. AIBU?

LittleEllieG

YADNBU How very dare she?! If it was me I would in future (should this happen again) carefully eat the pear flesh but leave bits of skin scattered around the house, that way you get to eat the pear, but she has to deal with the consequences of her actions. (Whinging and sobbing noises whilst you eat would help her reflect upon the effect her actions have on you) This is exactly the sort of behaviour my recalcitrant mother exhibits, you are not alone & they will never learn unless we stand firm! (You would think that after 3 years she would have learnt how things should be done).

The tyrant that is my mother restrained me by the hand & picked me up in the middle of Tesco this week while I was meerly trying to express my feelings of despair at her choice of payment method by lying prostrate in the middle of the self serve checkouts. When will she learn that it is unacceptable to pay by debit card instead of letting me put coins in the machine? Why do they always think that they know best?

Stay strong,
minibebe x

YANBU - but you really need to nip your DM behaviour in the bud , otherwise this could go on for years , I speak from experience.The behaviour progresses from getting you to say 'please' to making you tidy your own bedroom and clean your own guinea pigs out !

Avantia Junior age 11

I've discovered an important secret which daddies know about. It's called doing-things-so-badly-you-will-never-be-asked-to-do-them-again. My friend's daddy does it with housework. I'm going to try it for reading. Bloody Mummy thinks she's going to make me learn to read just so she doesn't have to do it all the time. Hah!

P.S. I don't know what my Daddy does for his DTSBYWNBATDTA, since the bastard is always home late! If he were here more, Mummy wouldn't be so grumpy about reading stories!

YANBU
I don't understand this obsession with saying please either - and not just that, thank-you and sorry, too.

Only last night, I was sucking toothpaste off my toothbrush, and my mummy said it was her turn to brush. Well, I wasn't finished, so I ignored her and started chewing on my toothbrush. When she asked for the toothbrush again, I turned the cold tap on full so I couldn't hear her and carried on chewing. She still didn't get the message and turned the tap off, and took my toothbrush away - I was so cross I threw myself on the floor and cried as loudly as I could.

Reading all the tips on here to give me more ideas for next time she is U.

Form an alliance of convenience with your siblings, even if you are normally sworn enemies.

Mummy and I were both exhausted on Thursday, as I had worked hard all night getting her up, invading her bed, kicking her, pulling her hair and sitting on her head. There was no way I could sustain that sort of pace - so how to maintain the required levels of sleep deprivation?

Simple, hand the baton to my big sister on the understanding that keeping Mummy confused and befuddled benefits us both. So DSis spent last night waking every hour with a variety of health complaints (too hot, pain in leg, thirsty, sweaty head), she is a past master at this and was able to feign sleep while Mummy stroked her back but wake as soon as Mummy went to bed. In the end DSis invaded Mummy's bed at 2am and I was able to join them, rested and refreshed at 5:30am.

Team work can really pay off if used correctly.

AIBU?

WELL, I was out with my auntie yesterday, she took me and my baby cousin to the shopping centre. I was wearing my long socks and they had fallen down!!! I think you can all appreciate how distressing this was for me. I doubt her mental faculties sometimes because she seemed to think that pulling them up would be sufficient.

I quite calmly informed her that I wanted my "little socks" on instead, but she (and this is STILL making me quake with rage) informed me that they were at home and I would have to WAIT (I KNOW!) until we got home to change them. Can you IMAGINE?

I KNOW I was being reasonable when I started screaming "WANT MY LITTLE SOCKS, LITTLE SOCKS, LITTLE SOCKS", but she persisted in telling me I wouldn't get them until we were home.

Obviously by this point I took the only reasonable course of action left to me, I screamed and I pulled a shopping bag from the buggy and threw it to the floor and ran into Boots.

Do you know what she did? She caught me and tried to strap me into the buggy, but I knew her game so I played the "going rigid as a board" game which worked for a little bit. THEN she told me to calm down, CALM DOWN? Good grief woman.

And this is the piste de resistance, she tried to give me some grapes but I threw them on the floor, THAT'LL teach her.

I hope she see's this thread and the replies and realises she's a really bad auntie.

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YADDDDNBU.

My wretched mother won't let me paint her face, yet I let her paint mine all the time AND I sit still - she can't.

She tells me that I can't wear my favourite clothes because 'they are dirty' - it's a bit of food and paint FFS, surely 7 days in a row is not too much?

She won't give me her credit card to pay for MY shopping.

I have to eat what she puts in front of me, not what I want - y'know normal stuff like biscuits and crisps - they're healthy and they fill me up.

She even made me have a bath yesterday, spouted some crap about my having food in my hair. Who cares, seriously.

Even worse than all of that, she insists on actually brushing my hair every morning, yet when I offer to do hers she says NO. I don't get it.

She also tried to make out this morning that the laptop is hers. HERS? NO it's not, it's mine because it's got all my Peppa Pig stuff on it. IT's not like she even watches it, let alone enjoys it.

I am thinking of leaving tbh, and I urge you all to do the same.

The absolute worse thing, though, is that she spends all day on that fucking Mumsnet thing, talking to a whole bunch of other dictatorial idiots. Seriously, my mother needs to get a life, she's so dull.

YANBU
Yesterday my mummy said I couldn't have the giant bag of twirl bites next to the checkout in the supermarket.
But I REALLY wanted them. But she still said no. And bought me some grapes. GRAPES?
I was so angry I got out of the buggy straps, out of the buggy and screamed on the floor for ten minutes. I have a bit of a cold at the moment and I actually screamed so hard I gave myself a little nosebleed. Which was brilliant because when mummy finally got me back into the buggy I sat and shuddered and whimpered with blood on my nose and everyone JUDGED my stupid mummy because I looked like she'd beaten me or something.
Result. Bet I get the Twirl bites next time.

Mini grump, 18 months

I really really really like my willy. I?ve just discovered it and it is truly truly marvellous. I love yanking it around while proclaiming loudly and pointing to it. I think everyone should know about it even our lodger while he is eating his dinner.
One good trick I?d like to share with all other toddlers is that I like sneaking it out so it points upwards and then I noticed you get the wee to come out. This is really the best as DM says I can?t have wet jimjams and makes me nude again. I have learnt to run very fast all over the house when DM is trying to put another set of jimsjams on me.

AIBU being to be a naturist?

Little bit Smeared almost 14 months.

This is genius

My mummy keeps trying to kick me out of MY OWN BED. She seems to think the big comfy bed is ONLY for her and Daddy, and keeps trying to persuade me to sleep in the tiny room with all my clothes and things in. WTF?? Sleep ALONE?? ALL NIGHT?? Whose arm would I stroke to fall asleep? Who would I headbutt in the night, or wake up every half an hour when I'm feeling restless. And WHO, pray tell, would I waken and drag out of bed at 6.30 every morning to watch Peppa Pig?? I CAN'T REACH THE TV ON MY OWN YOU KNOW. AIBU??

BabyHeckle 19months

YADNBU. They just don't understand our priorities and feelings. My mother will never ever learn about how important it is for me to wee in the bath. She always insists that I wee in the loo, then get in the bath. How can she think that's hygienic? So I always say I don't need a wee, but just to make sure she gets my point I then make sure to tell her as I do my wee in the bath. She needs to know that some things must be done my way.

She also always rambles on about 'Don't put your toothbrush in the bathwater, there's wee on it'. I do this every day, why won't she learn and just stop wasting her breath? I mean, we have the same battles every day, I'm starting to worry she's getting a bit forgetful in her old age.

JumpJockeyJunior, 2 and 3/4