One year for Christmas I received a box, a paper box, the kind that offices get with 10 reams of paper. In it were 7 (or is it 8?) hard bound books, brand new with their crisp pages and shiny sleeves, lovingly wrapped in pink and yellow tissue paper. I remember opening that box in wonder, carefully extracting each of Laura Ingalls Wilder's books, enraptured. The following weeks and months my love of reading was solidified, as I wandered the Big Woods and the Banks of Plum Creek. I read them slowly that year.
However, in 5th grade, I re-devoured them. A week was spent in a cloud - I shivered during the Long Winter and experienced the flutter of new love riding way too fast with Alonzo in his buggy. I despised him as he spent money and wasted Laura's toil on the Homestead. "Susie, SUSIE," my mom called, but I didn't answer: I was no longer Susie. If she'd have called "Laura, LAURA," I'm sure I'd have come running. Awake until all hours of the night with a flashlight under the covers, I then spent the next day in school with the book on my lap, reading at every opportunity*. (*Really, it's the only time I remember willingly disobeying the rules.)
Reading is my favorite escape. But I haven't been reading lately. I've a stack of articles and books on my desk and in my handbag. I take them from work to home, home to work, and back again. Just as the barren years of college when I read neither for work or pleasure, I am again finding myself too overwhelmed with work to enter into the joy of reading, but too tired of it all to bring myself back to work when I can rest. I despise this time in the waste-land of not reading. I'm never sure what starts this barrenness of input, but I don't like it a'tall.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Capacity
My work involves a lot of talk about the word "capacity." Does an organization have capacity for greater utilization? Would additional funding allow the capacity of an organization to grow? Does an organization have the capacity to assist another? And on and on it goes, the talk not about the ability or desire but if all the tools are in place for success.
This talk of capacity has infiltrated my real life also. I now look at requests for our time and money in terms of our capacity: I ask, "Do we have the capacity to say yes to a birthday party?" instead of asking, "Is there anything already scheduled for that time?" It becomes less about our desire to do something and more about what we are capable of doing given our resources. It's actually been very freeing to start saying yes (and no) to requests based upon my understanding of our family's capacity.
Currently, we The Godfreys, are at capacity. We have as many routine activities as is reasonable for us to undertake. We want to be more involved in other things, but alas, we can not because we've reached capacity.
When I took my new job, I decided that one of the best ways to extend my capacity to care for our kids was to hire an afternoon nanny. We have the most wonderful girl in the world taking care of the kids most afternoons. Sarah is just lovely in spirit, she helps with the house, she cares for the kids well, she often helps with dinner, really she's just about as good as it gets. However, she often is unable to come. At least once a week, it seems, she has something come up that makes her unable to come as previously arranged. And by previously arranged, I mean the set schedule of 4 afternoons a week.
So this morning, as the Check Engine Light came on, I was talking to Sarah about her attendance. I asked her to not send me text messages calling off work. I asked her to determine if her schedule had reached capacity and if she has, ahem, the capacity to commit to caring for my kids. I tried to heap on the compliments, because truly, she's a marvel when she's at our house. However, I do not have the capacity to drum up a new sitter once or twice a week.
So I feel bad that her blind friend might miss being at her Grandma's bedside in time to say "goodbye" for lack of a ride from Sarah today, since I brow-beat her into working tonight. I feel bad that I had to say, "we LOVE having you, but if you can't commit to being here, we'll find someone who can."
I'm putting into action the things that I've learned in counseling, to take people at their word and to mean what I say. It is my responsibility to ask for what I want directly and to allow the other person to respond according to their needs and capacity. I just need to reply to the words. And that truly is all I have the capacity for anymore.
This talk of capacity has infiltrated my real life also. I now look at requests for our time and money in terms of our capacity: I ask, "Do we have the capacity to say yes to a birthday party?" instead of asking, "Is there anything already scheduled for that time?" It becomes less about our desire to do something and more about what we are capable of doing given our resources. It's actually been very freeing to start saying yes (and no) to requests based upon my understanding of our family's capacity.
Currently, we The Godfreys, are at capacity. We have as many routine activities as is reasonable for us to undertake. We want to be more involved in other things, but alas, we can not because we've reached capacity.
When I took my new job, I decided that one of the best ways to extend my capacity to care for our kids was to hire an afternoon nanny. We have the most wonderful girl in the world taking care of the kids most afternoons. Sarah is just lovely in spirit, she helps with the house, she cares for the kids well, she often helps with dinner, really she's just about as good as it gets. However, she often is unable to come. At least once a week, it seems, she has something come up that makes her unable to come as previously arranged. And by previously arranged, I mean the set schedule of 4 afternoons a week.
So this morning, as the Check Engine Light came on, I was talking to Sarah about her attendance. I asked her to not send me text messages calling off work. I asked her to determine if her schedule had reached capacity and if she has, ahem, the capacity to commit to caring for my kids. I tried to heap on the compliments, because truly, she's a marvel when she's at our house. However, I do not have the capacity to drum up a new sitter once or twice a week.
So I feel bad that her blind friend might miss being at her Grandma's bedside in time to say "goodbye" for lack of a ride from Sarah today, since I brow-beat her into working tonight. I feel bad that I had to say, "we LOVE having you, but if you can't commit to being here, we'll find someone who can."
I'm putting into action the things that I've learned in counseling, to take people at their word and to mean what I say. It is my responsibility to ask for what I want directly and to allow the other person to respond according to their needs and capacity. I just need to reply to the words. And that truly is all I have the capacity for anymore.
Monday, November 8, 2010
Working
I have a new job. It is largely undefined and amorphic as yet. So up until now, I've been reading and gathering information. I am about to explode with all of this new information. And so much of it is really interesting, so I thought I would share it with you. All four of you who follow me. Smile.
I am working via a grant from the Indiana Associations of United Ways called 4Community2. 4 Community [1, implied] served our county with a clunky nary-used online database for social service agencies to share information. I was a lot of work for an unwieldly project & I see sweat creep across my dear boss' brow when she speaks about it for long.
4 Community2's goals are to provide a neighborhood-based Single Point of Access for services. "What exactly does that mean, Sue?" you ask. Well, I'm so glad you asked. I've learned over the past few weeks that I am merely a channel for bringing about change. Initially, the plan is to work in schools to bring local services and agencies who already provide services out to the county schools and/or into under-served schools and/or neighborhoods in the city of Muncie as well. The grant is funding, among other things, my position as a Community Organizer of Sorts and a new position at Open Door Health Services for an Enrollment Specialist. What I'm finding as I study and research for my job is that there are lots of people interested in this idea, and each person I speak with wants to move the process forward faster than the last. It makes the amorphic and undefined nature of my position infuriating to both myself and the people with whom I speak.
I am reading and gathering information and thinking a lot, but I haven't found an appropriate outlet for what I'm reading. I'm not sure if blogging about it is the best way to process it? But I'm thinking it might be. As of right now I have 4 blog posts in some level of undress/ unpreparedness where I'm trying to work out what I think.
So I guess it begs the question, do you want to join me in working out what I'm thinking or should I just keep it to myself?
I am working via a grant from the Indiana Associations of United Ways called 4Community2. 4 Community [1, implied] served our county with a clunky nary-used online database for social service agencies to share information. I was a lot of work for an unwieldly project & I see sweat creep across my dear boss' brow when she speaks about it for long.
4 Community2's goals are to provide a neighborhood-based Single Point of Access for services. "What exactly does that mean, Sue?" you ask. Well, I'm so glad you asked. I've learned over the past few weeks that I am merely a channel for bringing about change. Initially, the plan is to work in schools to bring local services and agencies who already provide services out to the county schools and/or into under-served schools and/or neighborhoods in the city of Muncie as well. The grant is funding, among other things, my position as a Community Organizer of Sorts and a new position at Open Door Health Services for an Enrollment Specialist. What I'm finding as I study and research for my job is that there are lots of people interested in this idea, and each person I speak with wants to move the process forward faster than the last. It makes the amorphic and undefined nature of my position infuriating to both myself and the people with whom I speak.
I am reading and gathering information and thinking a lot, but I haven't found an appropriate outlet for what I'm reading. I'm not sure if blogging about it is the best way to process it? But I'm thinking it might be. As of right now I have 4 blog posts in some level of undress/ unpreparedness where I'm trying to work out what I think.
So I guess it begs the question, do you want to join me in working out what I'm thinking or should I just keep it to myself?
Monday, September 27, 2010
A really boring rambly post about child care
I have spent the better part of the past three weeks researching child care options for my kids. An after school option for the older two and an all day option for Hank. What I'm finding in the process is that we really want a tailor-made child care provider and would be best served if we could find a full time nanny. I think. I have such a hard time deciding. And I feel inappropriately responsible for other people's well-being and livelihood, so it makes deciding all the more difficult as I enter all those factors in. Ugh.
The older two have the school sponsored "Latch Key" program offered after school until 5:30 that is a viable, albeit not preferred option. (E learned a lot of things that as a Kindergartner he should not have been exposed to during his tenure there last year. I do not relish the same happening for Mags.) So while I'd prefer them to have a different option than Latch Key, it is sufficient. Therefore, for the time being this will be our solution. Not my favorite & I hope not long term, but doesn't require much else because there just really are not many other options.
Hank has options - lots and lots of options. (To the point I'm overwhelmed and going to write a ridiculously long blog post about it.) There's the "Church Sponsored Day Care Center" option, high on Herd O' Cattle tendencies. Then there's the "In Home Day Care" options that are high on personal idiosyncrasies of the provider. There are a lot of "PreSchool/ Day Care" (PSDC for short. giggle.) combo options also, but most of those have special requirements for being potty-trained and/or 3 years old. Henry is not either. Which should rule all those out.
However, we keep returning to the PSCD because one of my illustrious neighbor has an in-home PreSchool/Day Care that Henry was enrolled in for the fall. It's just that he never actually went there due to my quick exit from my former job. This PSCD has both requirements, but also a loophole, which calls for accepting a child who is potty-trained when school starts and will be 3 by Thanksgiving (Hank fulfills the latter, but fails miserably at the former). In August the PSCD neighbor called for my final decision on Hank's attendance & I was not prepared. I said yes out of fear of rudeness, lack of planning and wishful thinking (my mother-in-law had promised to take him for a week and return him potty trained), but didn't feel sure of my answer. I went to the "Parent Night" and was flakey. We left early. We failed to show on the First Day of School. All of those reasons enough to make me want to move out of the neighborhood and never see them again.
However, tonight I called the PSCD neighbor (mostly because I was told by another neighbor that it would be rude not to call. "They'll see your car is gone" being implied). I had a long discussion on potty-training methods with PSCD teacher. I ended the conversation saying I wasn't sure it was a good fit & I'd talk with my husband about it and let her know. I must admit, I don't want Hank to go there not because it's not a great day care, but because I pften leave conversations with said neighbor feeling condescended to, the recipient of advice in areas that I don't desire assistance. It's not her fault, I realize, it's mine: Obviously I haven't potty-trained Hank because I'm lazy and undisciplined. If I would only apply myself to this task, it would work itself out. So now I sit, yet again at the crossroads of diapers-forever & potty training & I do not want to take the road to potty training. I do believe that I could assert myself to the task of potty training this week and spend the entire of my waking energy focused on that OR I can enjoy my last week before returning to work and continue to buy diapers, even though I know my son is developmentally able to control his bladder and sphincter enough to choose when to use the toilet. Why must I not potty train him and continue in my selfish use of time this week? What is wrong with me?
I keep thinking about what a nice place it would be for Henry to be. It's orderly, organized and run by someone who loves Jesus. There are only 4 kids there. It's really fabulous. I want to send him there. I want to put the big kids on the bus then walk Hank to the neighbor's house and be done with my childcare responsibilities every day at 7:45am. Bada boom, bada bing! It's the cheapest place I've looked at, as well! I can't figure out if I'm uncomfortable with Henry going there, uncomfortable with feeling talked down-to by the sitter or if I just plain don't want to be that enmeshed with the neighbors. I want to want him to go there. But I don't.
I have also found a nice place for Hank about 10 minutes north of here. It's a friend of a friend, a really trustworthy lady who by herself manages 10 kids. Well, my son would be the 10th. We went for a while today & it was quite amazing. She somehow managed really well, making 10 kids not seem like 10 kids. It truly was remarkable to watch & I think it would be a great place for Hank. I'm not without reservations about the "census" there (day care speak for number of kids), but somehow I just feel good about it. It has my favorite things in a day care: lunch provided, no potty-training requirement and a non-judgemental caregiver. That just feels so shallow of me to articulate, and yet I do feel that way.
Another piece of this puzzle is that we really would like to find a nanny. We haven't advertised our desire that way, yet, but it is becoming our preference. The No Potty place would not mind us coming for a while and then changing our mind. Her financial future does not hang in the balance whether or not we come. I like that. And the PSDC place closes at 5pm each day, when I finish work - no buffer time. I just don't like not having a buffer.
So I'm going with my gut. I'm going with "Latchama Key" as Mags calls it & the No Potty Place. I'm ok with that for now. And I don't have sick days or Fall Break or Spring Break worked out yet. But that will come as it comes, I think. And that's that.
The older two have the school sponsored "Latch Key" program offered after school until 5:30 that is a viable, albeit not preferred option. (E learned a lot of things that as a Kindergartner he should not have been exposed to during his tenure there last year. I do not relish the same happening for Mags.) So while I'd prefer them to have a different option than Latch Key, it is sufficient. Therefore, for the time being this will be our solution. Not my favorite & I hope not long term, but doesn't require much else because there just really are not many other options.
Hank has options - lots and lots of options. (To the point I'm overwhelmed and going to write a ridiculously long blog post about it.) There's the "Church Sponsored Day Care Center" option, high on Herd O' Cattle tendencies. Then there's the "In Home Day Care" options that are high on personal idiosyncrasies of the provider. There are a lot of "PreSchool/ Day Care" (PSDC for short. giggle.) combo options also, but most of those have special requirements for being potty-trained and/or 3 years old. Henry is not either. Which should rule all those out.
However, we keep returning to the PSCD because one of my illustrious neighbor has an in-home PreSchool/Day Care that Henry was enrolled in for the fall. It's just that he never actually went there due to my quick exit from my former job. This PSCD has both requirements, but also a loophole, which calls for accepting a child who is potty-trained when school starts and will be 3 by Thanksgiving (Hank fulfills the latter, but fails miserably at the former). In August the PSCD neighbor called for my final decision on Hank's attendance & I was not prepared. I said yes out of fear of rudeness, lack of planning and wishful thinking (my mother-in-law had promised to take him for a week and return him potty trained), but didn't feel sure of my answer. I went to the "Parent Night" and was flakey. We left early. We failed to show on the First Day of School. All of those reasons enough to make me want to move out of the neighborhood and never see them again.
However, tonight I called the PSCD neighbor (mostly because I was told by another neighbor that it would be rude not to call. "They'll see your car is gone" being implied). I had a long discussion on potty-training methods with PSCD teacher. I ended the conversation saying I wasn't sure it was a good fit & I'd talk with my husband about it and let her know. I must admit, I don't want Hank to go there not because it's not a great day care, but because I pften leave conversations with said neighbor feeling condescended to, the recipient of advice in areas that I don't desire assistance. It's not her fault, I realize, it's mine: Obviously I haven't potty-trained Hank because I'm lazy and undisciplined. If I would only apply myself to this task, it would work itself out. So now I sit, yet again at the crossroads of diapers-forever & potty training & I do not want to take the road to potty training. I do believe that I could assert myself to the task of potty training this week and spend the entire of my waking energy focused on that OR I can enjoy my last week before returning to work and continue to buy diapers, even though I know my son is developmentally able to control his bladder and sphincter enough to choose when to use the toilet. Why must I not potty train him and continue in my selfish use of time this week? What is wrong with me?
I keep thinking about what a nice place it would be for Henry to be. It's orderly, organized and run by someone who loves Jesus. There are only 4 kids there. It's really fabulous. I want to send him there. I want to put the big kids on the bus then walk Hank to the neighbor's house and be done with my childcare responsibilities every day at 7:45am. Bada boom, bada bing! It's the cheapest place I've looked at, as well! I can't figure out if I'm uncomfortable with Henry going there, uncomfortable with feeling talked down-to by the sitter or if I just plain don't want to be that enmeshed with the neighbors. I want to want him to go there. But I don't.
I have also found a nice place for Hank about 10 minutes north of here. It's a friend of a friend, a really trustworthy lady who by herself manages 10 kids. Well, my son would be the 10th. We went for a while today & it was quite amazing. She somehow managed really well, making 10 kids not seem like 10 kids. It truly was remarkable to watch & I think it would be a great place for Hank. I'm not without reservations about the "census" there (day care speak for number of kids), but somehow I just feel good about it. It has my favorite things in a day care: lunch provided, no potty-training requirement and a non-judgemental caregiver. That just feels so shallow of me to articulate, and yet I do feel that way.
Another piece of this puzzle is that we really would like to find a nanny. We haven't advertised our desire that way, yet, but it is becoming our preference. The No Potty place would not mind us coming for a while and then changing our mind. Her financial future does not hang in the balance whether or not we come. I like that. And the PSDC place closes at 5pm each day, when I finish work - no buffer time. I just don't like not having a buffer.
So I'm going with my gut. I'm going with "Latchama Key" as Mags calls it & the No Potty Place. I'm ok with that for now. And I don't have sick days or Fall Break or Spring Break worked out yet. But that will come as it comes, I think. And that's that.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Decisions
Life is full of decisions. Cornell researchers have found that people make over 200 decisions PER DAY just regarding food!
Most days we make mundane decisions with barely a thought: when to get out of bed, when to go to the bathroom, when to sneeze, when to go to bed, what store to shop at. Even what foods we buy and which clothes in our wardrobe we wear become routine. The choice becomes less of a decision than a habit. As choices become habits, they barely get our cognitive attention, because they are rote. When we decide to change a behavior, decisions that are usually rote come to the front of our consciousness and receive more profound attention.
This, I believe, is why change is so emotionally taxing.
When we decide to change ONE thing in our lives, it disrupts our routines. Many mundane or rote decisions must get more of our cognitive attention, thereby creating more decisions. What in the routine of life is a foregone conclusion must be decided in a new way when our lives are sent out of order. This, I believe is the case when someone decides to do anything different be it deciding to diet, add an exercise routine, or even just join a new group or club. But enter a BIG change - moving or job change, a new child or a marriage - and your life is sent into a new gear. Additional choices are required while our brains reset to our "new normal."
It's been six weeks now that I've not been working. Job change is a BIG change, I believe. I've developed a routine by accident in this time and find that I'm not exactly using my time as I would prefer. I love the structure that routine affords me, and I find myself adrift when it's lacking. So the one decision - to quit my job- leads to a plethora of decisions I wasn't anticipating.
I have to remember that I'm not stuck. Be reminded that my new, albeit accidental, routine is not set in stone and decide to DECIDE on how my time will be spent, what my priorities are and how I will choose to invest my energies. Today I'm deciding to decide.
Happenstance isn't a choice. Serendipity is foolish. But choosing has both intrinsic and incidental rewards. So today I'm resetting. Renewing. Re-deciding.
Most days we make mundane decisions with barely a thought: when to get out of bed, when to go to the bathroom, when to sneeze, when to go to bed, what store to shop at. Even what foods we buy and which clothes in our wardrobe we wear become routine. The choice becomes less of a decision than a habit. As choices become habits, they barely get our cognitive attention, because they are rote. When we decide to change a behavior, decisions that are usually rote come to the front of our consciousness and receive more profound attention.
This, I believe, is why change is so emotionally taxing.
When we decide to change ONE thing in our lives, it disrupts our routines. Many mundane or rote decisions must get more of our cognitive attention, thereby creating more decisions. What in the routine of life is a foregone conclusion must be decided in a new way when our lives are sent out of order. This, I believe is the case when someone decides to do anything different be it deciding to diet, add an exercise routine, or even just join a new group or club. But enter a BIG change - moving or job change, a new child or a marriage - and your life is sent into a new gear. Additional choices are required while our brains reset to our "new normal."
It's been six weeks now that I've not been working. Job change is a BIG change, I believe. I've developed a routine by accident in this time and find that I'm not exactly using my time as I would prefer. I love the structure that routine affords me, and I find myself adrift when it's lacking. So the one decision - to quit my job- leads to a plethora of decisions I wasn't anticipating.
I have to remember that I'm not stuck. Be reminded that my new, albeit accidental, routine is not set in stone and decide to DECIDE on how my time will be spent, what my priorities are and how I will choose to invest my energies. Today I'm deciding to decide.
Happenstance isn't a choice. Serendipity is foolish. But choosing has both intrinsic and incidental rewards. So today I'm resetting. Renewing. Re-deciding.
Monday, September 20, 2010
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Stu often tells people that we have two boys and "a middle princess."
She's as cute as cute can be, that middle princess. Somehow she already has a figure most 20 year olds would kill for, beautiful straight hair that is naturally the color Jennifer Aniston pays $1,000s to create. And her sense of style is killer - carefully mixing and matching items from her wardrobe with the aplomb of a stylist. Owning four pairs of shoes apparently isn't enough. (She's five mind you!) Recently she told me, "Mom, I don't have enough shoes."
Plus she's darling: fluffing her hair at men and giggling behind her hand with the other girls. Honestly, she's an enigma to me - where did she come from - already beautiful, confident and decisive at five years old.
With all these good qualities it would seem, dear reader, that every day is roses with our dear Mugsy, right? However, you are sorely mistaken.
Not only are her feet the smelliest in America (can I get an AMEN from anyone who's babysat her?), her attitude often stinks too. I've never met a person more prone to the "I can't's" than she is. Simple homework is an enormous battle because it is bending her will. Doing prescribed work is almost too much for her delicate, determined, direct personality to absorb. I'm at my wits end with her on a regular basis. It's hard for me to imagine a more foreign creature to come from my womb. Having grown up with three brothers, the vicissitudes of boys seem familiar and banal. But the girl... oh the girl.
I do hope that someday her mystery will subside and she will become My Girl. But for now she is shrouded in mystery and stinky feet. Bad attitude galore. Making what seems so lovely become extraordinarily ugly. And then to think, this is just the beginning. In the not-so-distant future this creature, this Good, Bad and Ugly girl will turn 13. Just that thought turns my stomach.
She's as cute as cute can be, that middle princess. Somehow she already has a figure most 20 year olds would kill for, beautiful straight hair that is naturally the color Jennifer Aniston pays $1,000s to create. And her sense of style is killer - carefully mixing and matching items from her wardrobe with the aplomb of a stylist. Owning four pairs of shoes apparently isn't enough. (She's five mind you!) Recently she told me, "Mom, I don't have enough shoes."
Plus she's darling: fluffing her hair at men and giggling behind her hand with the other girls. Honestly, she's an enigma to me - where did she come from - already beautiful, confident and decisive at five years old.
With all these good qualities it would seem, dear reader, that every day is roses with our dear Mugsy, right? However, you are sorely mistaken.
Not only are her feet the smelliest in America (can I get an AMEN from anyone who's babysat her?), her attitude often stinks too. I've never met a person more prone to the "I can't's" than she is. Simple homework is an enormous battle because it is bending her will. Doing prescribed work is almost too much for her delicate, determined, direct personality to absorb. I'm at my wits end with her on a regular basis. It's hard for me to imagine a more foreign creature to come from my womb. Having grown up with three brothers, the vicissitudes of boys seem familiar and banal. But the girl... oh the girl.
I do hope that someday her mystery will subside and she will become My Girl. But for now she is shrouded in mystery and stinky feet. Bad attitude galore. Making what seems so lovely become extraordinarily ugly. And then to think, this is just the beginning. In the not-so-distant future this creature, this Good, Bad and Ugly girl will turn 13. Just that thought turns my stomach.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Carrots and Sticks, the new-fashioned way
Yesterday morning for the third time in 4 weeks, we the Godfreys woke up collectively 15 minutes before the bus.
This is not a habit conducive to proper teeth-brushing or allowing time for a Healthy Breakfast. However, my kids made the bus! This is nearly a miracle, since Mugsy is the s l o w e s t human being on the planet. But it proves that we have moved past the mantra of the first two weeks of school, "I don't want to go." and the foregone conclusion that school is required has been ingested by my defiant & stubborn (ie. Like Her Father) girl.
Carrots and Sticks. Rewards and Punishments. It's all my life is about currently. I'm attempting to train these wild-beast children to be productive members of society, but most of the time I just end up yelling, screaming and going through all sorts of machinations just to get them to HEAR what I'm saying, much less minding.
To reward the marvelous feats of the morning (and because we had leftover tokens & tickets from the hellish School Nite last week), I took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese after school. I spent three dollars & gave them the time of their lives. They barely complained & were quickly obedient during the whole endevour, proving that they did indeed deserve a reward for making the bus this morning. I explained that reward will not be available often, but it was fun to give them a Carrot instead of the Sticks I'm usually doling out.
I Win!! Hurray!
Of course, their good behavior was short-lived. Does anyone else have to punish their children for fighting over who gets to PRAY at dinner time? Nope? I didn't think so. Just me, what with my feral children & all.
This is not a habit conducive to proper teeth-brushing or allowing time for a Healthy Breakfast. However, my kids made the bus! This is nearly a miracle, since Mugsy is the s l o w e s t human being on the planet. But it proves that we have moved past the mantra of the first two weeks of school, "I don't want to go." and the foregone conclusion that school is required has been ingested by my defiant & stubborn (ie. Like Her Father) girl.
Carrots and Sticks. Rewards and Punishments. It's all my life is about currently. I'm attempting to train these wild-beast children to be productive members of society, but most of the time I just end up yelling, screaming and going through all sorts of machinations just to get them to HEAR what I'm saying, much less minding.
To reward the marvelous feats of the morning (and because we had leftover tokens & tickets from the hellish School Nite last week), I took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese after school. I spent three dollars & gave them the time of their lives. They barely complained & were quickly obedient during the whole endevour, proving that they did indeed deserve a reward for making the bus this morning. I explained that reward will not be available often, but it was fun to give them a Carrot instead of the Sticks I'm usually doling out.
I Win!! Hurray!
Of course, their good behavior was short-lived. Does anyone else have to punish their children for fighting over who gets to PRAY at dinner time? Nope? I didn't think so. Just me, what with my feral children & all.
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