3:47 pmWorst. Mom. Ever.
It is 5:30pm here (forget the little time stamp at the top of my posts… it’s never correct). I have been asking Zoe since 1:00 this afternoon to clean her room. Plain old asking didn’t work, so I tried a few other things… cajoling, pleading, bribing, and writing up a fancy check list for her, complete with boxes to check. Normally this check list thing really gets her psyched into stuff. But not today, today she’s giving me nothing. And I want to scream. Actually, I kind of was screaming. Well, I wouldn’t really say screaming, but my voice was definitely raised and higher pitched than usual, and I had visions of spanking her ever-lovin hiney. After 4 and a half hours of dodging my requests, and stalling, and more stalling, and five thousand of her “oh-mom-I-just-want-to-ask-you-one-more-thing-before-I-start-cleaning”’s…
I was done, people. Done with it. I told her I didn’t want to hear one more thing, I wasn’t going to answer one more question, I wasn’t going to talk about snacks, or her taking any “breaks” from the cleaning when she got too tired to put away her clean socks. I wanted her to go clean her room. NOW.
So yeah, there was lots of crying. Crying about there was just one more really important thing that she had to tell me. *sob* But I wasn’t buying it, the bee-yotch that I am to my daughter. I told her that she was grounded from TV for the rest of the day and her butt better not leave her room until it was clean.
She slowly walked back the hallway, tears streaming, tiny sobs still chocked up in her throat. Her sweet-head brother walked up to her in the hallway and handed her a note. It said: Here Zoe, I did this 4 you. He opened her bedroom door and ushered her in, and showed her that he had cleaned up nearly half of it while she was out in the family room trying to tell me just one more thing.
“I felt bad that you were crying, Zoe,” he said sweetly.
“I just wanted to tell mommy that I love her….” Zoe said, her voice raising to a squeal.
Yep. Total. Bee-yotch.
(but ps.- her room is still not completely clean.)
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I want to know what you’ve done to create a boy who will be that nice to his sister!? My son would have been stifling giggles and just begging me to ground him for life with his mean antics toward the girl. It’s beautiful.
Good for you not buying the I-just-wanted-to-tell-mommy sobfest…It’s difficult and feels like it will be the centerpiece of therapy, but you know better.
Comment by stephanie — February 4, 2008 @ 4:01 pm
hey it’s all good. you aren’t a bad parent. sometimes you have to crack down. not that I know, I don’t have kids, thank heaven.
Comment by paulyourlittlebro — February 4, 2008 @ 4:22 pm
Funny how they want to express their love right then. Sort of like when I sit down to write but can’t, so I find other more ‘worthy’ causes.
You. You’re good people. And they are too, what with their love and cleaning for each other.
Too good.
Comment by Lisa Milton — February 4, 2008 @ 8:09 pm
Oh, she is good! That’ll teach you to try to get her to do things she’s supposed to do!! I’m just teasing, you’re a great mom.
Comment by Sam — February 5, 2008 @ 6:10 am
Wow, go Jachin! What a sweet brother! But the ‘one more thing’ and that ‘one more thing’ is to tell you she loves you? Yeah, don’t buy it. Julia uses that one, too. I always say, “Yeah, you’d love me NOT TO MAKE YOU CLEAN YOUR ROOM!”
I don’t know. Maybe I’m a bee-yotch, too.
Comment by Leslie — February 5, 2008 @ 3:48 pm