Yesterday was actually fine. The kids were in great moods, which definitely helped my mood. I finally gave in and went to bed at about 10:30 last night and slept until 5:30 this morning with just two minor interruptions in the night. Homer had to go and check on a night shift he had going at about 2:30, so I heard him leave and then come home.
This morning was not so good. Lisa gets in these moods where she is just irrational and stubborn. It was time to get ready to catch the bus and she said she couldn’t put her snow pants on herself. She just sat there in a lump while I tried various methods to coax her into submission.
There was the bribe:
If you get dressed quickly, we’ll have time to play foot hockey at the bus stop.
There was the positive encouragement:
You’re usually the best snow pant putter-oner. C’mon, you can do it. Go, Lisa! Go!
There was the shaming:
Look at Bart, he’s ready to go and you’re still sitting there whining about your snow pants. And he’s only 4.
And finally, the threat:
If I have to help you with those snow pants, there will be no skipping tonight (she takes a skipping class).
Well, I did have to help her with her snow pants and every other piece of winter gear (it’s –27 degrees here today with the wind chill), then drag her down the street, barely catching the bus. While boarding the bus, she asked with teary eyes, “Do I get to go to skipping tonight?”
My response? “We’ll see.”
The response should have been NO. I know that should have been the response, but I didn’t want her crying on the bus. “We’ll see” gives her some hope and an opportunity to think about how she might fix it. Whenever she snaps out of the mood, she realizes she was being a brat and, while she never actually apologizes, she makes up for it by being super sweet.
What will happen with the skipping tonight?
I suppose we’ll see.