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We all know that being the Mean Mom isn’t fun but is sometimes necessary. We want to help you turn your mean mom moments into prizes to pamper yourself! Tell us your story about what earned you “mean mom” status and you will be entered to win one of three Gift Certificates from GiftTree.com. Use them to order yourself a wine basket, chocolate treat, gourmet selection, cookies, aromatherapy kit, or even flowers! They have something every mom will love!
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- Between February 1 and 15, 2012, visit our Share Your Stories section and leave your Mean Mom story.
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My mother died when we hadn’t spoken in a year and a half.
We had just walked through the gates of Disney and scanned our cards. The kids started to fight. “What’s my rule, no fighting at Disney” We turned around and walked back to the hotel where we spent the rest of the day. I was a mean mom all day. They have don’t fight at Disney anymore.
I always got frozen cokes for my children while we shopped at Walmart. One day, my oldest (probably around
was misbehaving. I told him the next time we went to Walmart he would not get a frozen coke. So the next time we went, I purchased extra large frozen cokes for everyone, including myself (even though I didn’t want one), except for my oldest. I then began to go on about how refreshing this frozen coke tasted and it was just too bad that he could not get one. Inside I did feel a little bad, but I needed to follow through on his punishment. And let me tell you, he never acted up again!
We were on a family trip to Hawaii. After a day of sight-seeing around the entire island (including stops in gift shops), I was cleaning up my kids’ laundry. I was shaking the sand out of the clothes and ‘clang’ out came a keychain. A keychain of a girl’s name in Hawaiian. The girl was my 13 year old’s ‘girlfriend.’ And he had no cash on him that day. So I deduced he stole it. After confronting him and talking about how wrong it was to steal, why it’s wrong, what would happen if he was caught, I made him write a letter of apology to the store, look up the address, and spend his money on postage to mail the item back to the store.
I don’t even think it was mean, it was just the right thing to do. he was mortified. He’s lucky the store was 90 minutes away, because if it was closer, we would have made him go in person to return it and apologize.
After spending an entire day with the kids, working to help them clean and re-organize their room, I went to the kitchen to make dinner. I went back to their room to tell them dinner was done only to find it completely trashed again (couldn’t walk into the room without stepping on something). While they were eating dinner, I collected everything in trash bags & they had to earn each individual item back. After a couple weeks, they went through the bags and decided there were things in there they didn’t really want or need anyway, and we donated them. It worked well at getting them to think about whether or not they still need everything they have or if it’s just taking up space in the house.
When my son was almost 5, we were about to see the movie “Up.” While we waited for the movie to start, my son asked, “Why is everything always about you, Mom?” I was furious and heartbroken because we’d done so many things for him that weekend. I took him to a private place and told him how he hurt my feelings, and that we’d discuss it at home. I tallied up everything we did that weekend (Tae Kwon Do tournament with an entry fee, birthday party for which we had to buy a gift, fast food as a treat when we had groceries at home, the movie tickets…) and the bill came to $137. I made him earn a dollar a day with good behavior until we had $137, and spend that money on games, movies and toys for The Ronald McDonald House’s game room. When we delivered it, his consequence was over and we started again.
Whenever we talk about a high number, he uses 137, because he knows that 137 is a lot.