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We’ve talked about it before. My frustration with my kids’ ability to tune me out. Really truly, it is amazing. If Jordan could use that ability when other kids are bothering him, he’d never have another problem at school.
It’s not just Jordan. It’s all of them. Alyce is the worst. She used to be my little helper. Now, she ignores me along with the rest of them.
Time outs, taking toys away (Jordan hasn’t seen his DSi or laptop in a month, Katiana – the same with her laptop), nothing phases them. I keep thinking about emptying their rooms. Making them earn back their stuff. That might phase them. I doubt it. They’d play with a stick to get out of doing their stuff.
You know what’s funny? After 2 DAYS of attempting to get Jordan to help, when I finally raise my voice because I’m frustrated beyond belief. He looks at me with shock in his eyes. Geesh.
Really, really? You’re surprised that you just got yelled at? Really? After 2 days of my asking you to. 2 days of my taking whatever it is you pick up away? I even call your dad and said not to get you this weekend (his dad is sick – Jordan doesn’t know that), and that doesn’t make you move. Now you’re surprised? There was no warning that I was getting upset? Seriously?
I called Pato and said, I’m going to run away. I’m going to get in my car and drive as far as it will take me. Mind you that is only 60 miles because that’s how many I have until empty, and you have my debit card today, but that is 60 miles away from this chaos. I love you, it’s been nice knowing you.
He knew exactly why I was upset.
Two of the non-doers-of-anything were still up when Pato got home last night and heads started to roll.
Do you know how tired I am of looking at my phone while I am at work and knowing it’s your mom calling me to tell me she’s running away from home. (Maybe I’ve used that a tad too many times.) Do you know how tired of am of her calling me and hearing you in the background mouthing off to her?
He sent them both to bed and said, tomorrow mom isn’t going to be home. Tomorrow, it will ALL be done. Your chores, your rooms, everything.
The problem with this whole scenario is when I am not here they listen to him. They do everything he tells them to do ON.THE.FIRST.TIME. Explain that to me. When I am home if they don’t like what Pato says, do I change things? No. If they come whining to me, I turn them around and say, do what your dad said. I’m the disciplinarian. I’m the one who sticks them in time outs, grounds them, takes things away. Pato rarely has to even speak loudly.
Explain that to me please.
I’d relate it to when I was younger and my mom would just have to threaten with my dad to get us to move our butts. But my dad was the disciplinarian. Actually they shared that role equally, just dad scared us more. He spanked harder.
Pato isn’t home often enough to be the disciplinarian. The threat of calling him does nothing. He doesn’t get home from work until after they are in bed on a school night. When he is though, he says jump. They jump.
I don’t get it.
Something has to change.
Either that or I am going to lose all my hair from pulling it out.
And I’m going to have more wrinkles.
For real though. I don’t want to have to be mean mom all the time. I want to have fun with my kids. But, my feelings are that they are part of our family, they have to help. They don’t have that many chores.
Katiana and Alyce pick up the living room.
Jordan picks up the kitchen and empties the dishwasher.
They keep their own rooms done.
I do the rest.
I don’t know what to do.
When you’ve tried EVERYTHING, what else do you do?
Let’s rephrase that, when you have the world’s laziest children, and you’ve tried everything, what do you do?
Have a great day!
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