Why is it my dogs seem to listen to me better than my children do? If my dog gets in the trash and I catch him all I do is point and tell him to “go lay on your bed” and he walks, head drooping in the proper amount of shame, and silently does exactly what I said to do. I catch my children getting into sugar, flour, vaseline or whatever is messiest and I am immediately met with “I didn’t mean to” whined/screamed at me. When I say “go to your room” it is followed by wailing, sobbing and protest. The dog, an animal that eats kibble and whetever it finds in the litterbox, seems to understand and accept the consequences without so much as a glance. The child, once they finally drag themselves to their “cell” continues to try and mount their defense. Even the dog looks at me like “what the heck? Control your kid lady”. It seriously makes me want to take my kids to obedience classes. I wonder which would be more uncomfortable, the looks at a pet behavior class as I march my three children in or the looks I get when we walk into the grocery store at any given time. Pick your humiliation. Not to mention the looks we would get when anyone at said grocery store grabs a newspaper and my kids all immediately sit at attention. Guess I’ll have to rethink my position on discipline after all….
A long time ago BK (Before Kids), I was at a restaurant with my husband and noticed a family sitting at a table in back of us. The parents we’re having nice discussion and the child, wait a minute, is that a DVD player that child is watching? “Don’t those parents know how to control their child in a restaurant for 30 minutes to an hour?” I thought to myself. It was honestly an awful thought to me…the degeneration of family. This morning, I’m sitting in a restaurant trying to have a nice breakfast discussion with Lyn and Anne is rolling around in the booth, ducking under the table, and lolling around in my lap. I was at my wits end. I reached in my bag, pulled out my iPad and propped it up on the table while turning on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. She was a saint the rest of the time we were there. Seriously, she’s never been so good at a restaurant. I finally got it. It wasn’t necessarily that those parents couldn’t control their child, they just wanted to sit down and talk to each other over dinner without having to worry about trying to entertain, or continually tell their son to sit down, be quiet, etc. It worked so well at breakfast that I used my new method this afternoon when the kids were waiting for me to get my haircut. Childless people, judge me if you must, but I can’t deny that having a source of outside entertainment certainly comes in handy in a pinch!
Christmas is over and we had a wonderful holiday, but again, it is OVER. To me that means that children should be back in school. My kids have been spending way to much “quality time” together and have now started trying to kill each other. Ok, maybe kill is too strong a term…let’s go with maim. This was evidenced yesterday as Grace was chasing her little sister around the house with scissors sing song/yelling, “Chop, chop!” and laughing maniacally. Honestly, I’m at my wits end with both of them. To make things worse, we got 14 inches of snow the other day, the 3rd largest snow accumulation in a century here. Being from Florida, I don’t drive in the snow, so essentially we’ve been snowed in for the last 4 days. I swear my hair has thinned considerably over that time from me pulling it out. On the bright side, my Alaskan husband has been in his element and got our sidewalk and driveway shoveled in record time! With his expert guidance the girls have an impressive snow cave and had many a snowball fight. In short, they have had a blast, but I must honestly say that I am really looking forward to next week when normalcy will once again reign supreme!
So, I watched one of my favorite Christmas movies last night, Scrooge with Albert Finney. That’s the musical one and there are wonderful songs on it, many of which I catch myself singing throughout the year. Last night after I climbed into bed, I felt my toes tapping and paid attention to which song was running through my head. It was the song I hate people. A couple of lines are “I hate people, I detest them, I deplore them when I think of insolent masses sitting on their indolent asses I hate people.” Hmmmm, apparently my unconscious is trying to tell me something. I admit I have been feeling a bit stressed due to getting a late start (vacation set back) on my holiday decorating etc. I was outside putting blowup things in the yard yesterday in freezing temperatures…I was NOT in the Christmas spirit and was at my wits end. Plus I have Grace crying everytime we get a new package in the mail and Anne’s present is bigger than hers and Anne crying because I won’t let her open the presents the minute we remove them from the box they are delivered in. They outgrow this right? In the mean time I guess I’ll bundle up more to go outside and make sure I have my headphones on with cheery Christmas music blaring everytime a package arrives. That should do it…positive thinking and not hating people, a good first step to Christmas bliss!
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I think I may be developing a bald spot…women can pull off comb overs, right? — , http://www.momsatwitsend.com/2011/03/15/child-pattern-baldness/