Let’s talk about home dynamics. What are they like for you? Does everyone have a role? I’d imagine so. At least, that’s what it’s like in my house. There’s a peacemaker, a jokester, a troublemaker, a rebel and then there’s me- the nag. And guess what- quite frankly, I don’t care that I am seen as such. So yeah- my name is Shalesha, I’m the house nag and idgaf because my nagging ass makes sure shit gets done.
Sure, I’d like to be seen as the fun, playful parent- the one who is like a bestie. But I know that ain’t my job; I know my role. My job is simple; I make things happen. Pretty much everything I do revolves around the people who live in my house. I go to bed with 101 things on my mind and wake up with 15 more to add to the list. I’d like to look fancy and glorious while doing these things, but with so much on the list, I think that’s impossible. Unfortunately, I don’t have any special superpowers, but my nagging always saves the day. I can hound and pester like nobody’s business.
What does my nagging accomplish?
- My kids care about others and are empathetic.
- They get to visit the treasure chest for completing their reading log/homework.
- Their room doesn’t look like it’s been hit by a tornado.
- They can find things easily.
- They don’t have cavities.
- They are learning responsibility.
- They’re successful at given tasks.
- They get their daily serving of fruits and veggies.
- Their expectations are high.
- Their projects are turned in on time.
- They’re learning not to give up easily.
- Their breath doesn’t stink.
- They’re building integrity.
- They understand the concept of ‘win some, lose some’ and they’re okay with that.
- Their bathroom doesn’t smell like piss.
- Their backpack is packed with everything they need for class.
There’s so much more that I could add to the list. Ultimately, I believe our kids are better because we nag, so don’t stop, Mama. Don’t worry about the heavy sighs or eye rolls you get. Ignore them kids mumbling under their breath. Don’t be hurt or take offense if you hear them say, “I hate you.” They don’t. Do what you have to do to make sure everyone’s day runs like a well oiled machine. In other words- nag away!
Through it all, shit will get done. You’re welcome, Kids. We love you.
P.S. Maybe a wife nag version of this is coming soon, ‘cause whew chile, I know I nag the hell out of Ben.
