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Alright, I feel like the guy "Dimone" in "Fast Times at Ridgemont High".
"I got up in a great mood, I don't know what the hell happened?!!"
All was right with the world, it's sunny and chilly, with crispy weather, the kids were up and getting dressed, the birds were singing...all was right with the world...
"FIST FIGHT!!!"
difficult child 1 and 2 got into it. The best part is: they don't know why. Eventually, it came out that difficult child 2 was eating a yogurt nutragrain bar, difficult child 1 wanted one and didn't know where they were. difficult child 2 was "doing his Yoda" (I have absolute power) and wouldn't tell difficult child 1 where he got it. difficult child 1 popped difficult child 2 and it was on!
Just to back up a second - difficult child 1 is sporting his very first fat lip (ahhhh, makes a mother proud!) from a kid at school. Amazingly, he didn't hit back and proceeded to have a good day after all. But he needed desperately to talk, and talk, and talk about it for the entire night. husband almost blew it though. I told difficult child 1 that it's ok to defend himself, but before he hits back make sure he yells VERY LOUDLY "Don't hit me again" this way the teachers, etc. will know that he's defending himself, rather than being the one throwing the first punch.
husband says "or if you want to look cool, yell "COME ON...LET'S GO". Now, to be truthful, that's the way that I handled my, um, shall we say "scraps" when I was a kid, but as an adult, my instinct is to make sure that there's very little room for misinterpretation. Thus "Don't hit me again" allows adults in a room full of kids to know that someone already threw a punch.
I quickly voiced my opinion, and husband very politely agreed.
Back to this morning - I confess - I got really p.o.'d. The announcement was made that if ANYONE has anything less than a great day at school, they were spending thier entire weekend in their rooms. I'm done!
This was officially my "Declaration of Independence". I will no longer be the slave to their King George-like tyranny! I'm no longer willing to tip-toe around their moods so that they have a good day at school. Screw the school - they stir them up and then call me - if they stir themselves up and walk into school with an attitude, too bad! Humph! Bottom line: fighting will not be tolerated, and if you're going to start your day like that, I'm going to end your day the way I feel - with you in your room.
What a pack of icky little kids!
Beth
"I got up in a great mood, I don't know what the hell happened?!!"
All was right with the world, it's sunny and chilly, with crispy weather, the kids were up and getting dressed, the birds were singing...all was right with the world...
"FIST FIGHT!!!"
difficult child 1 and 2 got into it. The best part is: they don't know why. Eventually, it came out that difficult child 2 was eating a yogurt nutragrain bar, difficult child 1 wanted one and didn't know where they were. difficult child 2 was "doing his Yoda" (I have absolute power) and wouldn't tell difficult child 1 where he got it. difficult child 1 popped difficult child 2 and it was on!
Just to back up a second - difficult child 1 is sporting his very first fat lip (ahhhh, makes a mother proud!) from a kid at school. Amazingly, he didn't hit back and proceeded to have a good day after all. But he needed desperately to talk, and talk, and talk about it for the entire night. husband almost blew it though. I told difficult child 1 that it's ok to defend himself, but before he hits back make sure he yells VERY LOUDLY "Don't hit me again" this way the teachers, etc. will know that he's defending himself, rather than being the one throwing the first punch.
husband says "or if you want to look cool, yell "COME ON...LET'S GO". Now, to be truthful, that's the way that I handled my, um, shall we say "scraps" when I was a kid, but as an adult, my instinct is to make sure that there's very little room for misinterpretation. Thus "Don't hit me again" allows adults in a room full of kids to know that someone already threw a punch.
I quickly voiced my opinion, and husband very politely agreed.
Back to this morning - I confess - I got really p.o.'d. The announcement was made that if ANYONE has anything less than a great day at school, they were spending thier entire weekend in their rooms. I'm done!
This was officially my "Declaration of Independence". I will no longer be the slave to their King George-like tyranny! I'm no longer willing to tip-toe around their moods so that they have a good day at school. Screw the school - they stir them up and then call me - if they stir themselves up and walk into school with an attitude, too bad! Humph! Bottom line: fighting will not be tolerated, and if you're going to start your day like that, I'm going to end your day the way I feel - with you in your room.
What a pack of icky little kids!
Beth