tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post3113993301663871037..comments2024-02-23T16:17:17.868-05:00Comments on Fighting off Frumpy: Nag HagRita Templetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10332325707063104082noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-33818006807844042302012-02-16T13:09:20.190-05:002012-02-16T13:09:20.190-05:00with our 2 girls, we have tryed everything!!!! but...with our 2 girls, we have tryed everything!!!! but nothing works except calling the grandparents, we always nag the kids to stop hitting, slapping,using bad words,ect.I dont know how your mom and my mom did it, i wish i had the tone that they had and the look they always gave us lolAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-1244840601558093052012-02-16T11:30:57.888-05:002012-02-16T11:30:57.888-05:00I'm a nag too. But if I find myself in echo-l...I'm a nag too. But if I find myself in echo-land, I switch to counting. The "ONE", "TWO" seems to work. The things get done and punishments don't have to be doled out! :) Win-win if you ask me.Brynahttp://www.brynasventing.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-45709588572319018702012-02-05T13:35:08.095-05:002012-02-05T13:35:08.095-05:00my kids are grown and I still nag, it is a mother&...my kids are grown and I still nag, it is a mother's life long job, I think.Tracyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14779640631273346103noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-31044113481092836312012-02-05T00:20:31.518-05:002012-02-05T00:20:31.518-05:00I found your blog completely by accident the other...I found your blog completely by accident the other day, but I love it! How you manage to accurately put words to my life when you've never even met me is just awesome. :) Anyway, I figured since I was laughing out loud over here, I might as well "introduce" myself.Mandi Wattshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07017498069965537129noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-24135728145941895972012-02-03T10:48:40.000-05:002012-02-03T10:48:40.000-05:00Oh Sister....I feel your pain. I could not have s...Oh Sister....I feel your pain. I could not have said it better if I tried. I think the problem lies in the word "NAG", it's just ugly. Maybe if we renamed it something more pleasant it wouldn't seem so offensive. But, the truth is, they need us to say something to them, or we'd just have a society of little terrorists. But really, i agree, it's exhausting to be the one who has to "nag" all the time.Allyson & Jerehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09899323132507414349noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-50010786272548916012012-02-02T23:24:47.750-05:002012-02-02T23:24:47.750-05:00I remember feeling that way when you kids were all...I remember feeling that way when you kids were all living at home. I felt like the worst b%#@! in the world! I did find that, with some of you, making eye contact and keeping it until you complied helped a little. With some of your siblings, not so much. They really do grow into wonderful adults eventually, but there will be times when you'll wonder if it will ever happen. And then you can stop nagging and just watch them nag their own children. ;o)Cathiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00721319926097303454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-26834639731527589502012-02-02T21:13:55.381-05:002012-02-02T21:13:55.381-05:00It never ends. My kids are 18 and up and they stil...It never ends. My kids are 18 and up and they still need nagging. NEED nagging. And to make it worse, my job at work is to nag. They call it "follow up" but it's nagging.Lorihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13384130778135859102noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-32750748916781596572012-02-02T18:33:47.995-05:002012-02-02T18:33:47.995-05:00I hear ya. I sound like a drill sergeant with my ...I hear ya. I sound like a drill sergeant with my bunch. <br />Oh and it may look tacky, but I used to line newspaper around the back and sides of my toilets until my kids learned to aim better. And I would buy cheap paper towels, roll up about 4 or 5 of them and stuff them in the hinge of the toilet seat to make a pee catcher so when they'd spray, the paper towel kept it from running all over the sides of the toilet. Just gotta remember to change out the paper and pee catchers.Jennnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-67577051666918028392012-02-02T17:07:03.159-05:002012-02-02T17:07:03.159-05:00Sadly, it gets no better when they become teenager...Sadly, it gets no better when they become teenagers. You just nag about different stuff then.<br /><br />We're going on year 16 and I STILL say...pick up your cloths, are those your dirty dishes, put them in the dish washer, do your homework, take a shower, pick up that wet towel....<br /><br />sigh, yeah, you just nag about different stuff.FRANNIEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13186288113171820268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734712521038551440.post-67413667651157706712012-02-02T11:45:35.531-05:002012-02-02T11:45:35.531-05:00First, you're not Michelle Duggar. Count yours...First, you're not Michelle Duggar. Count yourself lucky on that waterslide.<br /><br />And that second paragraph? You just described my day. I wish I had advice.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com