Fact = I am the worst mother ever.
No no, don’t argue, I am. My eight year old told me so. Not only did he tell me I’m the worst mum ever, he told me more than once, and he told his dad that too.
It all started about three weeks ago. Our xbox is on a thirty minute per day timer and has been for ages. I wouldn’t say they play a lot of xbox during the week. Mr Clev likes to play FIFA with them at weekends. I’m happy to let them do it, it’s harmless and it’s nice to have some downtime, it’s not an issue for us whereby they would rather play xbox than go outside, real football beats fifa14 hands down. That is until this happened…..
That’s some nice freezing snow rain hybrid there. It falls like snow, but it doesn’t settle, so it turns to big puddles. In fact pretty much every day for the last two or three weeks we have had rain. The Xbox has been on, and sometimes I have even typed the code to extend the Xbox time, they have also had computer time, colouring time, den building time and general running about the house time. So when the timer flashed up and then the xbox turned itself off, it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, and certainly shouldn’t have been unexpected. However, from Luis reaction it was a disaster. Thats when I became HER, you know, the worst mum in the world. The worst mum ever, who won’t let her child have another 30 minutes making little computer men run around and getting peed off if said computer men don’t score. Terrible, shocking, disgusting parenting according to my 8 year old, and most importantly “sooooooo unfair”.
Fast forward to early last week and once again I became the worst mother ever. The one who won’t let her child eat a Mars bar for dinner. This time it was Maxi throwing out the insults. “I don’t even like Salmon, I don’t even like youuuuuuuu, you smellllll like Salmon” accompanied by big gloopy tears and puppy dog eyes. I mean, urgh, how dare I try and feed my child healthy nutritious meals like salmon?!how dare I??? Fo Sho worst mother in the world right?
Since moving here I have been on a constant ‘get the kids to help more/be a little more independent’ kick. I spoke a little about my laundry and homework basket system in this post. I have tweaked it a little bit so will have to do an update. Anyway, I have introduced chores slowly, another new system, and they are taking some getting used to. Actually they aren’t getting some getting used to, because everyone HATES them with a passion that burns deep inside their souls so they are a daily battle to get completed.
The insult throwing and the Kevin and Perry style strops have started in force here for the boys at the house of Clev, think along these lines (Classic Harry Enfield). But they will not break me. No they will not. No matter how many times I hear ‘its not fair’ or ‘you are the worst mother ever’ there are some things that are non negotiable, xbox time, and chores being the main ones.
All I need to do now is stay strong, and firm, and trust in my systems and these boys of mine will be on the straight and narrow in no time. Oh and one more thing, I need to seriously work on my ability to keep a straight face, because I find it near impossible not to laugh at Maxis fake cry and Luis’ inability to form decent insults.
I do just want to put in a little disclaimer that I try and encourage free thinking too, and the ability to make a good choice or bad choice – Im trying to get a balance between helpful and independent children, and children who are also still reliant on me and thankful and appreciative. Its not all arguments, tantrums and chores 🙂