Thursday, July 31, 2008

I've lost control

My children have decided to prove to me I'm outnumbered.  Of course, I knew that but technically I'm still bigger than them even if I stood them all end to end.  I thought keeping a positive attitude would keep the fact that I am, indeed, outnumbered 3 to 1 from being so daunting.  However, the last day or two, it's not working.

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 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.


Krystyn said...

I hope it goes well for you!

And, when you figure out what you are going to do, make sure you pass the pointers on to us.

Mandy said...

Calm down little Mama!!! Don't blow a gasket.

Everything will fall back in place. New baby is only two weeks old.

Your kiddos will know you mean business and they will act better soon. :)

Hang in there!

Stephanie said...

Good for you!

Take back that control honey! You can do it :)

Don't mess with momma! Haha!

Anonymous said...

Hang in there! They are smarter than we give them credit for some times. It is true, if you give them an inch, they'll take a mile. Don't worry, I have had many parents tell me this summer, 'you think he is trying you now, wait until he's 2 and 3." Oh, the joys of being a parent.