As I type this, Scorch is in his room crying and talking trash about me (calling me a Big Meanie, he thinks he’s being quiet). He’s mad because he lost one of his stuffed animals for a week. Why? Because of his behavior. Ever since our major family blow up a few weeks back, we’ve implemented a new policy. The rules are set- there are only a 3 really big ones and when you break them you 1) go in time out and 2) lose something. So Scorch broke one of the rules earlier (he told his sister he hated her), so he immediately lost the dessert we were sitting down to eat. That went over about as well as you can expect. So he and I had a conversation about learning from our mistakes and making better choices. Yet 5 minutes later, he told his sister the same thing. I asked him to please pick one of this stuffed animals off his bed as it was now mine for the next week.
Oh, the humanity.
The funny this is, the boy has at least 20+ animal on his bed and if I had gone in and taking Froggy away without telling him, he’d never know he was gone. Maybe this time he’ll learn?
I have no good excuse for not blogging lately- just a lot of minor ones. A fall cold (thanks, Bean!), busy evenings (including a much needed mid-week girl’s night), spending some time with the Hubs (so nice to have him home most nights), and being in bed by 9:30 every night. A few weeks back, I started working out back at the gym. I couldn’t go while Pete was gone this summer, but now that he’s home, I’m trying to go to bootcamp class 3x a week and spinning 2x a week- all of which require me to get up before 5 am. I realize a lot of people have to do that every day, but I don’t and holy crap that is the middle of the night. But I’m trying my hardest, so that means early bedtimes so I don’t fall over mid-day. They damn well better pay off is all I have to say.