Sunday, February 04, 2007

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Sometimes I have the most peculiar daydreams.

The one that I had this morning as I was staring out my balcony with coffee mug in hand had me all suited up in a casual Brioni ( why ever picture myself in a burlap sack in a fantasy? ) coming down on a Monday morning to utter mindless chaos as the monstrous adopted Himalayan brats run helter-skelter all over my pristine perfect Pottery-Barn-inspired kitchen even while Charming Calvin tries his level best to maintain some semblance of order by placating the pint-sized mountain rebels.

Can already picture myself drawing my breath trying to contain my mounting anger by counting to ten but not for long though. Is it any wonder that even in my blissful daydreams, I'm usually the raging maniac of a father slamming the kitchen counter with my briefcase threatening them all in a suitably dark, menacing manner to get into their places?

Or else.

Cooling off
Deep breaths! I gotta cool off! Count to ten!


Unsurprisingly Calvin will end up being the Good and I'll be the Bad and Ugly laying down the law. And can I say that I'm a little horrified by the fact ( even hypothetically speaking )that I am rapidly turning into my disciplinarian mother?

Don't worry, I have not turned into a dark, tortured clairvoyant savant artist with a fetish for intravenous drugs and self-mutilation like Isaac Mendez. This particular alternate future fantasy ( unlike my usual sweat-soaked dreams about a naked, oiled Chris Evans ) was possibly prompted by my occasional rants about uncontrollable tykes raising hell in the shopping malls - and how I would raise ( Spank them really! Damn the overly generous bleeding-heart liberals! ) them if they were mine. Usually the only palpable reaction I'd receive from our unfazed hero Charming Calvin is a blissful nod and a sleepy yawn as they run chaotic circles around him - while I'd be the one busy frothing at the mouth.

Once in a while I'd imagine the impossible ( and possibly desperately criminal ) fantasy of actually raising a family with the sleepyhead. Somehow or rather I have the strong suspicion that the kids would probably run amok all over him. Probably have to ride ventre à terre to the inevitable rescue after he's been hog-tied and locked up in the closet by the wily Home Alone rascals.

And mete out the terrible punishment in the proverbial shed.

Like I've reiterated before, I have this sinking feeling that I'll turn into a minor domestic tyrant, growling, intimidating and terrifying the little toddlers into submission as they run in terror into the sheltering arms of my sleeping partner, the Lord of Perpetual Yawn, who'll probably forgive anything and everything ( if not spoil them incessantly ) since he was asleep and utterly oblivious while they enacted their juvenile tantrums at home :)

No doubt I'm forever doomed to be the bad cop in this partnership.

Damn.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Me and you, dear brother. Me and you.

I also do think about kids, and how dearest Dan would run around screaming if the kids went berserk. Not a pleasant sight, but ah well... who doesn't daydream? =)

Anonymous said...

Get a nanny! problem solved :)

Perky said...

Perhaps you could put a leash on the kids when it's Lord of Perpetual Yawn's turn to watch over them hehehehe!

Jason said...

I like your parenting style, they reflect what I'd do as a parent. What a child needs is a FIRM hand, and they definately need it in more than one way or another.

MrBunnyBan said...

Hmmm. I always recommend the use of some Positive Behaviour Support strategies to help mold them kids right without relying on too much punishment.

Generally, always say specificaly what the right behaviour (they don't stop to thinkwhat it is so you have to tell them!) and remembering to praise the kids appropriately when they do something right. Works better if there is more than one kid.

Stephen said...

I'll stick to being an uncle.

When they misbehave, give them back. Easy.

nyonyapenang said...

rotan kasi lar.

William said...

I believe in tough love. Hehe.

Corgant said...

i hate kids.. i'm sooo over my child stages, infact kids are suppoose to be little devils not angels.. as far my experience had me with my 3 hyperactive cousin... @@

savante said...

At least it's not you doing the screaming, Shane. But at least Calvin claims that he'll be doing his own share of yelling so I guess I can b the good guy sometimes too.

You volunteering, jl?

Or an electric buzzer, perky!

Scary people, aren't we, jase? Definitely no sparing the rod over here.

So no Positive Behavioural stuff either, ban :)

Already an uncle, stephen but wouldn't you like to bring them home?

Thanks for the vote of confidence, nyonya and william!

Well, they can be good sometimes, brian.

Paul