Oh HA HA HA HA!
In all actuality, though, it never was all THAT bad. At least, it used to not be. We are fairly strict with routine and homework and meals and bedtimes.
Yet even still, things are getting a bit out of control, and this Momma is about to lose her marbles. Especially because the behavior instantly turns worse the moment (1) I walk in the door from work or (2) Hubby isn't around and I'm left on my own versus 3 wild monkeys.
1. The NOT LISTENING.
Middle, get your shoes on.
Middle! Get your shoes on now!
I SAID PUT YOUR SHOES ON RIGHT THIS MINUTE! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!
Guys, no hitting.
Stop! No hitting!
I SAID NO HITTING! SEPARATE AND GO TO YOUR ROOMS!
2. The ALWAYS TOUCHING/BOTHERING/PICKING AT/HITTING EACH OTHER.
They honestly can't keep their hands off each other. I blame tackle football.
3. THE BACKTALK
All 3 of you need to go up and brush your teeth right now.
Because I want you to do it now during a commercial. You take too long before bedtime and drag it out.
No we don't. Can't we go later?
DO IT NOW BECAUSE I SAID SO AND I'M THE MOTHER! NOW!
Drink your milk.
I don't like milk.
Can I have it with my dessert?
You guys, it's the same thing every night. Every night you have to drink your milk. Why are you arguing with me?
4. THE TATTLING
Mooooooom, he hit me!
Mooooooom, they won't let me play!
Mooooooom, it's my turn and he won't share!
Mooooooom, he won't help clean up and it's HIS mess!
Lately, all this has come to a head. A big ugly angry head, like a zit about to burst. (Heh.) The past two days in the Trenches have been dreadful. I feel like I'm screaming and yelling and punishing and ineffectively parenting all.the.damn.time.
This morning I called Hubby in a tearful rage (after pulling Middle and Baby apart from each other because they were fighting over the iPad) (one of about six incidents all before 7:30am) and informed him that tonight we are having a Family Meeting. I'm going in guns blazing.
There will be NO MORE of the behavior that is making me shriek at them like a crazy woman while they just slooooowly get up and do what I've asked them to do (umpteen times already) while rolling their eyes and muttering at me under their breath.
Electronics are going to be a privilege.
TV time is going to be a privilege.
Homework is going to be completed without procrastination or whining.
Meals are going to be eaten without complaint.
Hey, a Mom can dream, right?
But it's a start. I am putting my foot down. I am tired of living this way.
I love My Three Sons. I do. Obviously. But man, can they be jerks.
Please tell me I'm not the only one?
'Twas a tearful ride to work this morning. Pass the Excedrin.