It waits for me as always.
Maybe I'll air a little of my own.
The boys are grounded today after last night. I didn't think they had that many toys in their room until I now see them all in the middle of the room. Doesn't matter how many toys - the Little Guy was throwing pictures off the wall at one point while I was putting Baby Girl to bed. I am almost positive that I heard a handful of Hot Wheels being thrown against the wall. I sat there so calmly determined to put her to bed quietly and easily. I think I might have been justified in ripping heads off. The dirty work was all done by the Little Guy, but I know the Big Guy antagonizes him and is just as guilty. He cried when I put him in the bed because he had not brushed his teeth in all of that time. I told him his teeth would have to just rot in his mouth. It was not a very good Mommy-moment for me, I admit. I told the Little Guy he wasted the time I gave him to have his PJs on and now would have to sleep in his clothes. Result: Full-on-bad-enraged-fit (again, by him not me). He isn't one of those kids you can put somewhere and let him calm down either. He chases you down screaming and crying - very hysterical. It is me trying to lock myself behind a door to get away from him. Blah, blah, blah, I ended up putting him in the hallway on the floor to sleep. That's right, folks. I tried some tough love although I wimped out and put him in his bed later.
I just checked on the Little Guy in his room during his quiet time/groundedness and he had broken a chest and was inside of it. You just can't leave these kids alone for a minute. I'm so glad it wasn't anything worse.
He has to sit in the car seat he doesn't like in the car and won't go to baseball tonight, loses toys and privileges - you know the drill. He doesn't care. I'll be so glad when there is something he cares about enough to straighten up. Rewards have been offered to him, punishments inflicted for bad behavior, praise, ignoring him, the whole gamut of parenting tricks that we know of. Not much has been effective. It is tough love for me, I think.
Did I forget to mention the continuous slamming door (him not me). Oh, never mind.
I suppose that is enough of a confession for today.
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