I am trying to stay on my Monday routine of cleaning up the horrific messes that occur on the weekend, and the boys were being pretty crazy. They had already finished their chores (which tells me they need more chores) and it was getting louder and louder.
So we had a little meeting.
Me: You have two choices. You can play or read quietly, and get along, or you can be my slave.
Mark: Well, I wouldn't say slave.
Me: Well, that's the choice.
Mark: More like... assistant.
Me: Okay, that's a good choice of words.
This boy has to have something to say about everything! I'm always in a battle with myself over whether he's being disrespectful, or if it's just how he's wired. Sometimes I go into lecture mode about not correcting adults, not having to comment on everything people say (sometimes with argumentative undertones.) Today I just let it go, with a reminder that things needed to stay calm around here, and if that meant they needed to help me scrub toilets and floors, then so be it.
So far, they are playing quite nicely.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Always an Answer
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3 comments:
Too funny, this post realy made me chuckle!! If the same conversation was coming from me child it would be because she was being arguementive! lol But then again if the same conversation came from my daughter she would have dicked around and picked reading quietly (not so quietly).
Lynn
Too funny, this post realy made me chuckle!! If the same conversation was coming from me child it would be because she was being arguementive! lol But then again if the same conversation came from my daughter she would have dicked around and picked reading quietly (not so quietly).
Lynn
You'll have to delete the first comment, i didn't realize that my husbands account was open. Thanks
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