The ad reads:

"OLDS 1999 Intrigue. Totally uncool parents who obviously don't love teenage son, selling his car. Only driven for three weeks before snoopy mom who needs to get a life found booze under front seat. $3,700/offer. Call meanest mom on the planet."

My kind of mom.

I don’t care how old a kid is, if they live in my house, they’ll abide by my rules. Don’t like my stupid rules? There are nine doors that lead out of our house, choose one.

I absolutely do not allow alcohol on our property or in my children. I totally agree with this mother. My guess is she paid for the car; it would have had to be in her name for her to be able to sell it.

I’ll not lower my moral standards to be cool or even to be considered not mean by my children. I don’t care if they think I am old-fashioned. I know that each and every one of them know that any advice I give to them is based on their best interests. It may not be exactly what they want to hear, but they’ve all known me long enough to comprehend that I truly want success for each of them.

I’m mean though. I consequence behaviors in a logical fashion. My younger children are often sent to time-out for hitting. Would it be logical of me to spank? To hit them for hitting someone else? I don’t think so.

My older kids lose privileges. They can predict what will happen since I’m as consistent as thick oatmeal. They can bargain for reduced time by exemplary behavior or doing extra work.

They may often consider me mean, but now after many years of parenting, after standing by them through thick and thin, but not enabling them at all which is a thin, treacherous line to walk, they truly know that mean old mom loves them, that she cares enough to take a stance and teach them right from wrong when the easiest thing would have simply been to ignore the bad behaviors.

But hey, I had a mean mom, she lives here now at age 77, and she’ll still call me down for a bad attitude or wrong thinking and I still appreciate that about her.

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