The kids stayed home sick yesterday.....
yet they had energy to run and play.
yet they had energy to run and play.
They are cute - but believe it or not -
sometimes they have a mind of their own.
I asked Bradley to put his toys away.
I asked Karah to sort her laundry.
Not too hard...yet they refused.
I then resorted to bribery.
"If you do as I asked, we will get Mexican take out tonight, while Daddy is out of town!"
They were untempted....thinking they could NOT do their chores - and STILL get their takeout.
Wrong. Wrong they were.
I cleaned MY room. I put away MY laundry. So what did I do?
I ordered Mexican take-out for myself and Bryce.
I made Karah and Bradley PBJ and soup.
There was weeping. There was wailing...and I think I even saw some teeth gnash.
However, they would not break me.
I dipped my chips into my queso...unashamed....
free from guilt...and completely unaffected by their rantings.
I thought the storm had passed...they had come to accept their fate....until Bradley walked in and handed me this:
I asked him what it "said". Here was his reply....
He then drew this picture of me that did NOT help my self-esteem.
When I told him it made me sad - he ran from the room crying - and when I went to check on him he was comatosed in his bed. Out for the count. Out for the night.
This morning I brought it up again - asking why he wrote me a mean letter.
"I was a little rough", he said.
"I am going to write you a letter that says I love you."
He melts me....even with his love-less letters.
sometimes they have a mind of their own.
I asked Bradley to put his toys away.
I asked Karah to sort her laundry.
Not too hard...yet they refused. I then resorted to bribery.
"If you do as I asked, we will get Mexican take out tonight, while Daddy is out of town!"
They were untempted....thinking they could NOT do their chores - and STILL get their takeout.
Wrong. Wrong they were.
I cleaned MY room. I put away MY laundry. So what did I do?
I ordered Mexican take-out for myself and Bryce.
I made Karah and Bradley PBJ and soup.
There was weeping. There was wailing...and I think I even saw some teeth gnash.
However, they would not break me.
I dipped my chips into my queso...unashamed....
free from guilt...and completely unaffected by their rantings.
I thought the storm had passed...they had come to accept their fate....until Bradley walked in and handed me this:
I asked him what it "said". Here was his reply....
"Dear Mommy,
I don't love you. You are Mean.
Love, Bradley"I don't love you. You are Mean.
He then drew this picture of me that did NOT help my self-esteem.
When I told him it made me sad - he ran from the room crying - and when I went to check on him he was comatosed in his bed. Out for the count. Out for the night.This morning I brought it up again - asking why he wrote me a mean letter.
"I was a little rough", he said.
"I am going to write you a letter that says I love you."
He melts me....even with his love-less letters.
And this is the reason you'll never be on "Super Nanny". Kind of reminds me of the story of The Red Hen. "Then I'll eat it myself!"
ReplyDeleteThat's funny! Way to stick to your word. I'm glad Bradley got over it by morning, and was ready to write an "I love you" note. :) So sweet...
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