By Friday, nerves can be frayed, children can be cranky and wine o’clock seems so far away! Parenting is a bit of a slog at times, so it’s fun to celebrate those moments when we feel like we are getting it right. I’ve had one of those shining examples (my mum win!) lately and I wanted to share it with you all.
In our house, telling a kid off generally goes like this:
Me: “This is what you did wrong. This is why it was wrong. Next time you should do this.”
Child (with glazed eyes): “Yes Mum. Yes Mum. Yes Mum.”
Of course, they’re completely tuned out and itching to get back into the action and I’m getting more and more frustrated that I’m repeated the same crap without effect.
Obviously something had to change.
I’ve been sick over the past week or two (just a cold, but enough to knock the wind out of me), and super tired so I’ve been doing as little as possible to be honest. This cold might just be the best thing that’s happened to my Mama arsenal in a long time.
I was lazing on the couch, feeling sorry for myself with Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee playing down the hallway(I just narrowly managed not to stoop to calling them Tweedle-Dumb and Tweedle-Dumber. Be proud of me!), Miss 6 and Mr 5 are both pretty sure that they’re top of the child-heap in our house. This leads to a battle of wills, and they are equally stubborn. They either get on like a house on fire (in which case, I keep a careful ear out for mischief and mayhem), or they are at each others throats (in which case I keep an ear out in case someone decides they’d prefer we were a family of four, rather than a family of five). Mr 7 is much more laid back and tends to go with the flow a lot more. Partly age, partly personality.
So Mr 5 was convinced he was next in whatever strange game they had concocted (seriously, these kids have the most out-there imaginations. The other day I found them all squeezing themselves out from under chairs. When I asked them what they were doing, they told me that they were pretending to be puppies being born.) Miss 6 was also convinced it was her turn, and her go-to in these situations is to YELL.
I call her down to my sick-couch. (Cough, cough, sniffle…feel sorry for me!) and can’t be bothered with the usual spiel so I asked her:
“Why did I call you here?”
She replied: “Because he did this, and he did that.”
Me: “Stop. I didn’t ask you what HE did. I asked you what you did that made me call you here.”
So she stopped, then she said “I yelled.”
Me: “What’s going to happen if you do that again?”
Miss 6: “I’ll have to go to time out.”
Triumphant Mama: “That’s right. Off you go.”
Miss 6: “Sorry Mama. Sorry Mr 5”
Wait…what?! That was so easy. Must have been a fluke right?
Nope! Every time I’ve had to tell a child off over the past few days it’s been the same. Amazing! They know what they’ve done wrong, they know what the consequences will be and they take the appropriate actions.
My patience has been pretty thin because of my man-flu (seriously – I need sympathy!), but the behaviour of my munch bunch (which is generally pretty good) has been AMAZING because they are being made to take responsibility for it.
I’m loving this! You can keep the pre-school years. I much prefer these reasonable little beings that are suddenly inhabiting my house.
What’s your #mumwin this week?