I've been a really mean mom this week.
It started Tuesday night, when I asked the children nicely if they would be willing to do 10-minute clean up with me. 10 minute clean up is wonderful! We set the timer for 10 minutes and clean as fast as we can until the timer goes off. It's easy-cheesy, and makes my life blissful. But my first mistake was that I asked them if they were willing. Never ask a child if they are willing to clean. Ever.
I offered them a full hour of backyard playing before bedtime if they would help me.
"Grumblegrumblegrumblegrumble..." and they consented to help. I set the timer, counted down, and yelled "Go!"
Not one person moved. #1 sat on the living room floor, pouting. #2 stood there, holding her blanket. #3 looked confused. #4? He's exempt due to age.
It took me ten seconds to lose all control. All reason. I yelled at them all, turned off the timer and sent every child (sans #4) to their rooms. It was 6:10PM. They had to go to bed. No stories, no playing --pajamas and bed. The surprise? I didn't yell guilty things at them as they were getting changed like I'm prone to do. I just quietly cleaned up the house. Brandon wasn't around, as he had gone straight to Young Men's after work that night. I have a feeling if he'd been there he would have been able to convince them to clean easily. He's very persuasive.
Last night, I made a good dinner. I liked it; #1 liked it. I cooked oil, white balsamic vinegar, chicken strips, long green beans, and potatoes in a skillet. I topped it with cheese. Brandon loved it (later that night). #2 and #3 wouldn't even look at it. I told them they had to try their food tonight. I was tired of their picky ways and they needed to try it --not eat all of it. Just try it. #2 refused. #3 laughed and refused. Something inside of me finally snapped.
Yelling ensued. They got sent to their rooms. For the first time that I can remember, my daughter and son went to bed hungry.
In the 5 and 3 years I've made meals for them, I have put up with their sensitive palates. I have allowed them to skip things. But no more, I tell you. NO MORE! I'm tired of it, and so help me, if they turn up their noses one more time without trying something, they will have many more nights without food.
So, yeah. I'm mean. I'm meaner when I'm alone. When I don't have a husband to pass off the responsibility to in the dinner/evening hours, I seriously have many more problems. Personally, I think it's just sheer exhaustion of the 24/7 dealio I've got going on here. [*note to husband: I'm not trying to make you feel guilty! It's just reality right now.] I'm not sure how single mothers do it without going completely crazy. I go crazy! Crazy, I tell you. Crazy.
The upside? My kids know I'm serious. I have a feeling if I try 10 minute pick-up tonight, they'll be more willing. We'll have to wait and see...
Are you mean? Are you meaner without hubby around?