Mega!
Father to two girls. 15 and 8 years old.
I was going to reply to the raising a son thread, but I literally don’t get two seconds to myself these days. Can’t even go for a dump in peace.
We all live together in a mad house. Me and 3 x females.
I don’t have a life.
I’ll write a proper reply tomorrow when I get a chance.
Cünts have had me running around all day. Every day is the same.
Hairdryers, fake tan, fighting over the bathroom mirror, shite music, shite tv programmes, hormones, periods in sync, general dad taxi driver duties 24/7, stupid questions constantly about switching TV or the heating on, constantly having the heating on, always fcuking cold etc
Fcuk my life.
Having raised 4 daughters and 2 sons, now all with family's of their own i can say with some authority that it was somewhat of a struggle. My only great worry was the slack jawed knuckle dragging spotty faced reversed hatted mongoloids that came sniffing around, as the girls hit their teens. 4 girls in the house always seemed to be involved in one secret conspiracy or another , with mum as their leader, I and my 2 lads were not privy to their secrets, which manifested themselves on high days and holidays.
It was the girls that plotted and planned the Christmas meal, and the presents for dad and the lads, in return i was expected to be an on call taxi, and supplier of all electrical hair and beauty products throughout the coming year.
Girls need a shoulder to cry on, when boyfriends dump them, girls need a hug from dad when they have a bad day at work, and as small kids, the girls always liked to swarm over dad when he was having a doze on the sofa.
Girls need the instruction of their mother, and ours took great delight in helping prepare the weekend Sunday roast. They need leadership in the running of a household, and how it functions and evolves. Girls need on occasion to be left alone in their rooms to do their own thing, even thought the room will morph into something like a junkyard swamp, its their territory, stay out.
Girls need to know that mum and dad will back them up, whatever they do, and their choice of apparel may be on occasions highly suspect, and somewhat skimpy, you must never condemn outright, just be diplomatic, and suggest a little bit of adjustment. The same with the slap and war paint, be constructive, even though they have embraced the goth look 100 %.
As school girls, they will come home with certificates for good work Etc, praise and make a fuss of them, ours were clip framed and hung up in their rooms. conversely, when they kick over the traces, don't be afraid to chastise and punish in equal measure, but always with a few words of encouragement to put them back on the straight and narrow.
All in all it will be a struggle, and on occasions you will feel like murdering the little sods, like when they were very small, flooding the bathroom, with water coming down through the ceiling and into the kitchen. When they got older, reversing their car into my garage door. All these thing are part and parcel of growing up.
With a big family like ours, the girls became their own self help community, mum and dad were out the loop when a female type crisis arose, they sorted it out for themselves, we were there purely as financial back up.
Its dads job to oversee the running of the household, that means going round after them, switching off the lights, The TV in their rooms, closing doors, Opening windows in summer, and closing them in winter. Mums jobs were shared by me and the 2 eldest girls as my old lady is not in the best of health after having a stroke a few years ago, and so 4 girls in the house was a godsend, which advanced their "Running a household" experience in leaps and bounds.
By the time they all left to start the rest of their lives, all were conversant in all aspects of household management, and the pitfalls of rearing and raising a family, and now we have 8 healthy grandchildren to carry on the family name, and the two lads, they helped dad in his workshop, and when small came on site at weekends, protected the girls when required, and helped them with choosing their first car.
My job, to provide a roof over their heads, feed cloth instruct comfort and protect them, pamper and cuddle them, and be there when needed, no more no less.......... Endex Endex
