It’s borderline ridiculous.
Part of my job is trying to promote good discipline among a large group of students.
It’s not any easy job, but someone has to do it.
Treat each other with respect.
Don’t touch each other (this means you junior high boys).
Pick up trash.
Easy on the texting.
Use your indoor voice.
Don’t put anything on Facebook that we will all regret (and cause me to contact the school lawyer).
Basically, just do the right thing.
It doesn’t always go smoothly, but for the most part students seem to listen.
Then there’s my house.
And the two people who live in it and eat my food.
They have no discipline.
Specifically, they have no discipline in regards to the other "thing" that lives in my house and eats more food than anyone.
It seems that hundreds of children of all ages will at least fake respect when I’m in their vicinity.
My dog? It’s like he’s an animal.
Even worse, my wife is evidently trying to win the Mrs. I’m a Dog Owner and I Have No Interest in Making the Family Animal Follow Any Rules Because I Find Him Handsome Pageant.
Why does he get to do what he wants when he wants?
Why is there always time for his every want and need?
Why does he get to crawl inside the dishwasher and look for scraps?
Why do we call my bed "my bed" when HE seems to spend more time there?
Why does he get so much attention?
And most importantly, why does he get all of this special treatment when I work and all he does is nap?
I can’t pinpoint the exact date where I lost control of our home, but it seems to be about the exact same day in which he showed up.