Occasionally I'll tune in to a show like Super Nanny. You know the one where a fuller version of Mary Poppins shows up in a black cab straight outta London to a home where the children run roughshod over their parents. She delivers instructions in a British accent and there is much less singing involved. Or magic. Or jaunty chimney sweeps. Honestly? The children and I watch it together because even my own kids cannot believe how horribly some of these children misbehave. "Misbehave" is cute. They're more like incorrigible and wild. And the parents? Have reached their wits end. Usually evidenced by the tufts of hair they've pulled out of their heads. And friends? I don't feel the least bit sorry for them [the parents]. Because they've created the chaos they are dealing with.
They didn't do enough setting of the boundaries. Or enough putting of the foot down. Or of the following through. What they have done is a disservice to their children.
Let me throw a for instance right smack into the middle of your Tuesday morning [you're welcome]: I once casually followed a woman around Target. Why? Because I wanted to see if she would really follow through with counting to ten and then getting in the car. Her son was busy in the back of the shopping cart throwing the grand mal tizzy to end all tizzies; hurling objects to and fro [also interchangeable with hither and yon]; basically acting like your average terrible two. Except he was about five. It was around the time that she had threated to "count to ten and then they were going to get in the car and I mean it!" for about the fourth time [at least that I heard] when I grew curious if she did, in fact, mean it. After she'd made the threat several times over, and by then had counted to infinity times pi squared; I finally grew bored with the scenario and, frankly, had run out of shopping to do.
I left. They did not. For all I know she's still there. Counting and threatening. And bobbing and weaving.
If she had executed the threat as issued THE FIRST TIME she would probably find her future shopping trips immensely more enjoyable. And less bang your head against a wall worthy.
I'm a follow through-er. In the past I have more than once done the following:
- Abandoned a cart full of groceries in the market
- Had our meals wrapped up to go mid-meal
- Stepped out of an assembly or school play
- Left a carnival dragging a toddler and disappointing the rest of the family in attendance
- Left a movie theater
- Sent one or more of my children to their room FOR THE ENTIRE DAY
- Go to bed on time without fuss and without utilizing stall tactics
- Take their baths and/or showers when instructed to do so
- Wake up in the morning when told albeit with some grumbling but they're awake and out of bed
- Wear what I tell them to wear [Except for Boy-Child#1 who's eleven but I do buy his clothes so his choices are the options I've given him]
- Eat their breakfast [I like to get their day started with a sugar rush; Trix and donuts anyone? Plus eggs. For protein, you know] and are ready for school on time
- Do not watch tv, play video games, or use the computer in the morning before school
- Do not play video games on school nights
- Are not allowed to play outside until their homework is finished and checked
- Food. Variety. Getting them to expand their meal horizon. All three are picky eaters. But so is their father [I'm looking at you Mr. Farklepants] so basically I'm fooked.
- Sibling rivalry. The fighting. Oy vey, the fighting. Fortheloveofgod