well, my strike didn't work out.
as i suspected, it is not possible for me to be on strike. after a broken table
(that i had just painted), broken closet doors, 2 bloody noses (due to picking, not assault), one bloody lip
(due to assault), a broken dishwasher and 4 wild-eyed kids... i decided to surrender. turns out
(my) kids really will act like
wild monkeys when set free. i know it sounds like paul gets a bad rap in this whole thing, as he was in charge during this whole fiasco, but he
was trying. the kids were fed, the kitchen and the basement had been cleaned. his technique just included a lot of free fun time and time to work it out themselves. in the end though, they really do need rules, consequences and basically
mommy to run the show. as mean and no fun as i am, they do need me. most importantly, they need paul and i to work together as a team to do it right. they need us.
so, to start off monday with a fresh new start, we attended rosary club in the morning. then i drove their little tooshies (and my big tooshie) to confession. it was a cleansing experience. i felt better and motivated to tackle the day to day of summer, and the kids, well... i think they realized that they had better get it together or mommy will be driving them to confession every day if needed. we also had our first "being grounded" experience. no play dates, no tv/movies, no computer and no sweets for 2 days. just reading and writing. and an occasional meal or 2.
i am going to make a few charts and signs and junk like that.... blah blah blah... but i think we are starting to get things under control again.
although they may drive me bonkers sometimes... i do
love them so.
