…it’s 9:15am and I’m having to restrain my oldest daughter by sitting on the floor with my legs around her to stop her from kicking me and my arms around her arms to stop her from pulling my hair and scratching me. At this point I called my husband at work and I believe my words were “I need you at home right now.” I don’t know what he was doing, but I suspect it was some kind of meeting but all he said was “Okay, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
I would appreciate copious amounts of prayer in regard to how to deal with my two oldest children who seem to be going through two different phases simultaneously. I desperately want to be consistent in my parenting and discipline but part of me really wants to just stick in a DVD and pile some snacks in front of them and read blogs all day. It is just so much work to be consisten. It means that I have to stop what I’m doing and spend however much time is necessary to deal with the situation. First thing this morning it meant I spent 15 minutes getting Cutie to put away the markers. And please don’t give me a lecture on the spank/don’t spank thing. Although we do spank our children, sometimes that it simply not going to work and other methods are used.
Anyway, it’s been quite a day. White Bear has been confiscated and now Precious is in a state of mourning. I really wanted to start amputating WB but I thought that would probably cause more trauma than I can afford counseling for.
When Handsome comes home today I can tell him that we’re all alive and no one is bleeding. Sometimes that’s all we can ask for.