well, let’s just say i won’t be winning any awards for my parenting yesterday. the goose has been on full warble for what seems like months. she won’t sit beside the bug at breakfast. she doesn’t move to a new seat quietly, but with much pomp and flailing. i’ve mentioned the showering thing (see number 3 what i learned monday). he can’t talk or whistle or breathe too deeply.
after MANY conversations where i explain that he is my kid too and if someone at school was treating him the way she does i wouldn’t stand for it. all of which end with a “yes mommy, i’m sorry”, but no change in behavior. yesterday i went on a rampage where they both ended up crying. i’m a strict parent, but that isn’t usually the way i handle things. i told them that i wasn’t ready for a hug. they needed to just leave me alone and let me cool off. i did this in the way most people do, by going to the basement and cleaning the litter boxes and then vacuuming and then rearranging the furniture. when i came back upstairs, covered in sweat, they were all up my butt. instead of acquiescing and folding them into my loving mother’s arms, i went for round two. saying something about what about me…i’m the only giver in this relationship (OY!).
well something must have clicked, because she offered to share her brownie with him. this morning hersaid he was going to buy her a yo yo. so i got to thinking, i may not be reccognised in any parenting books for my contribution to greatness, but this old-school thing might have it’s benefits.
WARNING: you’re children may talk about how scary you are when you’re mad, the next morning when the dust settles.
to which i think, welcome to it kids, i’ve been told this is what everybody thinks of me. the next thought it, thank goodness i am boxing today, those little buggers might have to call those child protective peeps if i didn’t have an outlet.