Zach is a funny, kind, talkative, active kid. Most of the time, I believe he is pretty dang good, but here and there, he has dark moments too. From what other moms tell me, I don't think any of it is that far out of the ordinary, but boy are there days when I think I would forgo privacy because Super Nanny would be a welcome addition to our house. Even Reece seems more inclined to cry and flail around me.
Most disagreements stem from either me asking Z to stop something and having to repeat my request too many times, or from "I am not touching you"
syndrome. You know, you say "stop saying that" and they repeat just the first letter, or you ask them not to touch something and they touch everything AROUND that thing. I have to be very specific in my requests, or my words are twisted to find something that is not actually doing IT anymore, but still doing something SIMILAR or PARTIALLY. Arguing and backtalk are increasingly common. Sometimes I have to look away so I don't laugh.
I am standing ground. I have found that persistence always wins out in discipline, but boy has it been painful. I have also resolved to limit the amount of toys and TV time in our house and to get back on a regular chore/allowance schedule.
The flare ups are usually more intense when Daddy is traveling, and this week was no exception. But, the kid's misbehavior this Daddy trip was accompanied by the misbehavior of my pets. I am worn OUT. Look what I arrived home to last night. I opened the back door to the overwhelming scent of Maple. Upon rounding the corner, I discovered that Zach left the pantry door cracked and, though it has NEVER happened before, a dog went exploring.
(momentarily it seemed only a rabid raccoon could be responsible, but a guilty low hanging head revealed the true culprit)
HOME REMEDY HANDBOOK: Rest assured that if your driveway is in need of repairs and you are short handed on QuickCrete crack filler, instant oatmeal combined with the proper amount of dog slobber is a sufficient alternative.
And the icing, now I also have to wait to find out which dog decided to swallow ANOTHER clean pair of my gym socks (always whole and unchewed). What goes in, must come out; one way....or the other(ew!). I just don't understand the pleasure involved in trying to slither a chunky, dry, cotton sock down your throat.
2 comments:
So cute. I'm still shocked that Q and E rummaged into the oatmeal. Not like them at all.
Did you change detergents with the new laundry? I know I had to when I bought my front loaders...think the new detergent smell is just too inviting and yummy?? Or has this been going on since before the new machines?
i'm right there w/ you. you warned me, but the backtalking still shocks me sometimes.
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