Because it's so much easier to just give in (less whining, crying and temper tantrums).
Me: "No, no more cheese. It's almost dinnertime and you already had some."
[Commence non-stop whining, begging, pleading.]
Me: "Here! Just this one more and THAT'S IT!"
I know I'm setting myself up for very bad problems:
No doesn't always mean no.
Throwing a tantrum will eventually get me what I want.
I don't really need to listen.
This is what life has been like in the Trenches since Middle and Baby's birthdays (when they turned 3 and 2 within 2-1/2 weeks of each other in June.)
It hit me like a brick in the face (ouch!) on Saturday morning. Hubby had taken Eldest to football practice, so I was home with Middle and Baby.
From the time their feet hit the floor in the morning, utter chaos ensued:
Fighting over toys.
Whining for snacks.
Begging for TV (that'd be Middle) or "hum" (Baby's word for gum).
Keep in mind this is at 8 a.m.
By the time Hubby got home that morning, I was DONE. I seriously needed a break from the 2 little ones. Both of them. I was not liking them equally.
Hubby must have sensed me teetering on the precipice of sanity. He stepped up and took all 3 boyz to the grocery store.
[I'll wait for your amazement to diminish.]
I had over an hour home alone. And I cleaned, vacuumed, dusted, and scrubbed out my frustration. It helped.
Saturday afternoon my Sis and I did a great 8-mile run. She stayed for supper and we got to chat. She bluntly pointed out to me that my word means nothing to my boyz. Because I am not consistent. And a majority of the time, I'm not even aware of it.
My coping mechanism is to TUNE OUT. To go to my "happy place" (the tropical locale). Thus the noise level escalates because Mommy
I'm totally frustrated with the fact that the boyz' behavior is the worst for me. That's telling me something. Not good.
Things need to change. I'm ready to buckle down and make the effort. Stick to my guns. Enforce the rules. BE THE PARENT.
So today I made a conscious effort to:
1. Stay tuned in;
2. Remain positive; and
3. Keep my word.
And you know what?
It was a much better day.
And that's just what this Mommy needed.