For any of you who may be interested in competing in the Mother of Year competition...bow out gracefully now. I've been racking up points all over the place this week, and I am sure I've got the trophy in the bag.
*I literally served my family canned chili, and called it dinner. (Don't judge...I gave them Frito's for the top).
*I've apparently been very active in my promotion of Housekeeping. Abby noticed me dusting off a ceiling fan (completely out of necessity...the gray dust bunnies were interrupting my sleep) and said, "Mom, just make Luvia (our housekeeper) do that."
*And...the icing on the cake...
Abby has thrown a fit the past two mornings when she was told to wear her Winter coat. When I say "fit" I really mean...acting like a schizophrenic psychopath who hasn't had meds in fifteen years. This morning the rage began, and rather than matching the rage and unmedicated anger...I opted for creativity. I told her to go sit on the back deck for five minutes (at 7:15...it was still dark), if she was still warm at the end of five minutes, she could go coatless. It got better when after about thirty seconds, she tried to come in, and I heard Blair say, "Hey...get back out there. Your five minutes aren't up."
Approximately five minutes later she came and asked me to zip and button her coat.
I kinda wanted a pat on the back.
The trophy is mine suckers.
8 comments:
Hahaha - YES you get the trophy - I wasn't even in the running:)
Ha. So many thing in this post made me laugh.
I am a complete failure as a father, I pray that you picked up these incredible parenting skills in a book some where on the road to a masters degree in psychology. Dr Spock would be proud:-)
Is it even possible for me to love you more??!! You make me laugh every time! (well cry sometimes too) You definatley win mamma! But I am going to steal some of your moves for the trophy next year!!
Always was, always was.
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Canned chili is not too bad! Throw it over a hot dog and sprinkle some cheese on it. My daughters lunch today consisted of a slice of pumpkin chocolate chip bread and a bag of cheetos. Does that make you feel better?!?
Jen,
All I have to say is "Pheeeew." I kept thinking I was the only one who had a drama queen for a daughter. Maybe we should sit Abby and Meg in a room together for a while and let them cry things out together. I think tomorrow I may try your sitting outside tattick. Thanks for the idea!
I dare say that this is your bestest post ever.
You got my vote!
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