Monday, February 4, 2013
No Wire Hangers
I couldn't take it anymore. He pushed and pushed and didn't do a simple every day task.
I gave them both some extra time to play because the homework was done quickly, correctly and with only one prompt, success in my book.
But, after they played and goofed around, "shower time" came. And was stalled, "just one more minute"; "almost done"; "it's his turn to go first"; "wait, mom, one more...". This went on for 30 minutes. Big Boy got upstairs and it was 20 minutes when it happened.
"Get in the fucking shower."
As bad as it sounds, it worked. It wasn't the first or twentieth time he heard the word and it won't be the last. I rarely swear in front of the boys, but there are times when being nice and gentle just don't work.
He got in the shower. He cried. And came out with a smile. I apologized, explained myself, and told him I loved him, no matter what.
Then I had a glass of wine.
Am I alone?