Ever had one of THOSE mornings.
The morning that should go right because you DID get up early, you DID make lunches the night before, hell you even HAD the breakfast dishes out and ready. Yet, with an hour and 45 minutes to get three boys ready and yourself, you barely made it to school on time. BECAUSE they were playing with this toy or that, playing this game or that, complaining about this thing or that. All the while you’ve repeated yourself enough times that you just KNOW this is a curse from your mother because you must have done the same thing. Once you had it to HERE, you pull out the big guns. The ones you save for special occasions like when your child is trying to cock-fight with his brother or your child is trying to get a jar of jelly while bringing down the rest of them or your son is displaying his little manhood in public to his friends. (Wait, that last one might be just me.) So you use The Voice and command like God to get their acts together and get ready so help you God, you may have to something drastic. Like strangle them.
Yeah, I thought so.
I once felt so brilliant. The morning routine chart worked, having my boys ready to go, being dressed and prepared, getting school to early to snag the best spot and let Tornado E run off some steam before school. But then cracks began to appear. Tornado E was A personality and HAD to do everything in perfect order. Tornado E and Tornado S made it a competition where someone always looses (usually Tornado S) and there were tears and fights, and I began to wonder if I was causing permanent damage to their relationship. Then Tornado E realized that he could get the chart done right away or at the last second. Either way, it got done. So why hurry? Now he doesn’t bother to do the chart at all.
I don’t like yelling. I sound like a Harpie. I don’t want to use The Voice because it’ll lose it’s a effectiveness. I don’t want to be late; I hate scrambling. I worry that if I start a rewards system, I’m rewarding them for things they should always be doing. Like picking up their toys.
So I ask you, wise parents, any one got anything?