Good news. I've retained my rein as Meanest Mother of the Year. Please let Winter Break end -- SOON. It seems that each day we are beginning to detox from fudge and sugar we have our round of screaming, brat fits and bickering. Today I had a double-header - he fought going down for a nap after a series of belligerent yelling and grumbling at his sister and at me; then she started to mouth off because we wouldn't let her keep him company during his nap. Oh, yeh, that would work well.
She did it to me, I was done hearing her (different than listening - that was done 10 minutes prior), looking at her face and hearing her "Harumphs" galore. I banished her to her room until she could either stop nagging me for a treat through a series of bargaining or she cleaned her room. She chose the first option, but not without taking the time to create the beauty of a note and toss it at me.
After she noticed I didn't read it and realized she was the perpetrator of the poopiness, she quietly took it back and modified the text and drawing so she could keep me company while I was working on a new quilt. She loves to use the machine and knew she'd better calm her attitude if she wanted to get a turn. I have a small collection of these notes. Gratefully, the nice ones far outnumber the bad ones.
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