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Le sigh....
Sep. 27th, 2007 07:36 pmRowan's been very trying this week. During an argument on Sunday night, he dared me to carry out my threat of grounding him for the week - so I did. As a result, he's watched no tv and has not been permitted outside, or to the park (which, actually, is not hard as the playground's having work done on it).
He whined at first that he was bored, but over the last couple of days has actually been more interested in his maths books. I'm accepting this as a good thing - someone needs to be able to add up, in this house!
Tonight, of course, he decided to get out his snap cards and a jigsaw - at the same time - and was happily tossing the pieces willy-nilly across the living room floor. He ignored my instructions to stop this and continued to throw them around until one of them hit the glass door of my china cabinet. That's when I put my foot down and insisted he had to pick them up right then or they would end up in a black bag ready for the bin.
An hour later, he still hadn't picked them up so I went and got the black bag. We had a row for a few minutes but the pieces eventually ended up in the bag and he ended up in bed crying his eyes out. And that, dear reader, brings us to the present.
Once he's finally asleep I will, of course, get them back out of the bag and put away properly. But hopefully now he realises I mean what I say.
And if he doesn't? Well, maybe next time I'll carry out the next part of the threat and make him walk the bag up to the communal bin...
He whined at first that he was bored, but over the last couple of days has actually been more interested in his maths books. I'm accepting this as a good thing - someone needs to be able to add up, in this house!
Tonight, of course, he decided to get out his snap cards and a jigsaw - at the same time - and was happily tossing the pieces willy-nilly across the living room floor. He ignored my instructions to stop this and continued to throw them around until one of them hit the glass door of my china cabinet. That's when I put my foot down and insisted he had to pick them up right then or they would end up in a black bag ready for the bin.
An hour later, he still hadn't picked them up so I went and got the black bag. We had a row for a few minutes but the pieces eventually ended up in the bag and he ended up in bed crying his eyes out. And that, dear reader, brings us to the present.
Once he's finally asleep I will, of course, get them back out of the bag and put away properly. But hopefully now he realises I mean what I say.
And if he doesn't? Well, maybe next time I'll carry out the next part of the threat and make him walk the bag up to the communal bin...
