Happy mother's day bitch .. It's all mom's fault..

[phreakwars]

So what exactally is this topic about you might ask ?? It's about mom's getting nasty and laying the smack down on your ass when you probably deserved it... or did you ??? Your mom a bitch ?? Mine was, at times.. but not too bad..

 

This thread is ALSO about mom's doing shit to you in your life that you feel affect you to this day. Crazy shit even... like for instance, when I first started getting acne, my mom would hold me down and pop my zits... crazy bitch !! What was her obsession with my acne ?? Lucky for me, at the age of 15, I went in, had cosmetic surgery done, and came out as cute as I am today... well, at least no acne scars to be seen except 1.

 

Mom also liked to make me into her slave. Turn off the light, get me a drink of water, go do the dishes, get me another drink of water, it's not cold enough.... find me the remote.. shit like that...

 

fast forward to 2004, mom was wareing knee braces for a while because she had a hard time walking.... my response to my mother, in my usual unsugarcoated tone, was... mom, if you would have gotten your own lazy ass up in the first place and got your own damn glass of water, your knees probably wouldn't be hurting today like they do now..

 

HA HA !!

 

NEXT..............

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[snafu]

I remember the dreaded wooden spoon!

Oh shit you could hear the draw shuffle around and her fishing for the spoon.

Hide quick!

I was the youngest so I just started to cry before she hit me and I only got a couple smacks. My oldest brother was usally the cause of the mayhem and he would hide behind the door. My other brother, minding his own business watching TV usually got the grunt of the spoon. He wasn

[Chi]

lol@"Mom also liked to make me into her slave. Turn off the light, get me a drink of water, go do the dishes, get me another drink of water, it's not cold enough.... find me the remote.. shit like that..."

and at the wooden spoon....LMAO..... My mom and grandma had one of those along with a variety of other "tools". Ah, memories.........

[builder]

My dear ol' Mum had six kids when she was 25. She used the old "wait till your father gets home" alot. When her rubber bands did snap, you just had to get the duck and weave happening, and get the hell outta there.

 

When I was nine, mum started getting chronic migraine headaches, and she'd be bedridden for days on end, laying in a darkened room with a damp cloth on her forehead. I would make her french toast and tea, and wait on her hand and foot. When I was eleven, I was doing the weekly grocery shopping for her, and waiting patiently at the dispensary for her meds.

 

So when Mother's day comes around, how come she gets all the gifts? LOL:p

[atlantic]

Mine once left me and my sister alone for weeks while she moved in with her new b/f; she would drive me to college and never pick me up, so I'd have to hitchhike home; she wouldn't believe my sister and brother when they told her they had been molested by her relatives, I could go on and on but why bother; I have forgiven her, but I have a brother who swears he's gonna kill her as soon as he gets out of jail.

[Chi]

"but I have a brother who swears he's gonna kill her as soon as he gets out of jail"-Geesh, scary stuff. Although can't say he has no reason to feel that way....

[RoyalOrleans]

My mother, everyday, looks more and more angelic which goes well with her grace, dignity, compassion, and caring nature. She has never wronged me in any way, but I have wronged her. Through the hell I put her through, she remained by my side until I got my mind right.

 

My mother is the epitome of motherhood.

[skategreen]

I remember the dreaded wooden spoon!

Oh shit you could hear the draw shuffle around and her fishing for the spoon.

Hide quick!

 

Oh Snafu!

 

Once again you show me that we really are from the exact same era.

 

We called it, "the knife drawer" ... it was the silverware drawer, but for some reason it was called The Knife drawer.

 

It makes the story sound more gruesome .. .. "suddenly we'd hear the knife drawer fly open and then slam shut ... our bowels would turn to water and we'd be frozen in terror, knowing to flee was unthinkable, .. here she comes".

 

Mum quickly graduated from hand to paint stick. She saved those bastards and put them in the back of the knife drawer...for those occasions when we'd unwittingly pissed her off. We were arguing with each other too long, noisy and grumpy too long.. and by the time we realized it, it was already too late.

 

She then graduated to the belt. "Belt on bare-ass" was a phrase around our house.

 

I once peed my pants a little just listening to my younger sister get it. She was third in line and bore the brunt of Mum's wrath.

 

I will never ever forget the sound of the knife drawer slamming.

[Chi]

Oh Snafu!

 

Once again you show me that we really are from the exact same era.

 

We called it, "the knife drawer" ... it was the silverware drawer, but for some reason it was called The Knife drawer.

 

It makes the story sound more gruesome .. .. "suddenly we'd hear the knife drawer fly open and then slam shut ... our bowels would turn to water and we'd be frozen in terror, knowing to flee was unthinkable, .. here she comes".

 

Mum quickly graduated from hand to paint stick. She saved those bastards and put them in the back of the knife drawer...for those occasions when we'd unwittingly pissed her off. We were arguing with each other too long, noisy and grumpy too long.. and by the time we realized it, it was already too late.

 

She then graduated to the belt. "Belt on bare-ass" was a phrase around our house.

 

I once peed my pants a little just listening to my younger sister get it. She was third in line and bore the brunt of Mum's wrath.

 

I will never ever forget the sound of the knife drawer slamming.

 

lol, keep 'em coming. Brings back memories..... tear

[Feckless Wench]

My mother was always kind and gentle, even when I screwed up. I think the fact that she rarely raised her voice to me (or her hand for that matter) made it all the more terrifying when she did get angry.

 

My mother could scare the crap out of me with one glare....if she added any words then that was enough to send me running for the hills!!! Just goes to show, you don't have to get physical to be in TOTAL control.

 

She actually called me 'an evil litle sod' once....I was SO amazed that 'Mum swore' that I can still hear her voice to this day! shudders

[Chi]

I believe most kids need a good ass whoopin' once in a while. Otherwise you get kids like the ones in Nanny 911 or The Nanny. My kids may act bratty once in while, but they wouldn't DARE do some of the stuff those kids pull off on their parents on those shows, they've even said so themselves.

[scout]

My mother was always kind and gentle, even when I screwed up. I think the fact that she rarely raised her voice to me (or her hand for that matter) made it all the more terrifying when she did get angry.

 

My mother could scare the crap out of me with one glare....if she added any words then that was enough to send me running for the hills!!! Just goes to show, you don't have to get physical to be in TOTAL control.

 

She actually called me 'an evil litle sod' once....I was SO amazed that 'Mum swore' that I can still hear her voice to this day! shudders

 

This sounds like my up bringing. Only it was Dad that had the "looks". Mom used the "wait till your Dad gets home" line and chewed on us till I adopted the therory that you may as well do it up good cuz your going to get blamed for it anyway.