Apparently I dished out a few too many empty threats while I was pregnant. I won't play stupid and say I don't know what's happened to them. I am fully aware that being pregnant and tired and not feeling well for over two months took a toll on their disciplining. However, now I'm back in the game, have been awakened so to speak, and see the error of my ways. They are little monsters when they want to be and I allowed it.
Well, I'm not pregnant any more. They're not going to behave this way and it's time for their "fun" to end. Chicken will no longer tell me "no" by shaking his head when I tell him to do something. Punky will no longer whine. Chicken will no longer squeal because he's not getting a toy he wants. Punky's stalling and overall disobedience every.time.i.tell.her.to.do.something is stopping. Today. No, make that yesterday.
It's time for a discipline marathon. No matter what, I'm getting control back of my kids, my emotions and my life even if it kills me.
And it just might if they gang up on me too much more.