So much for being a head. I wrote this post in December and forgot to publish it until now. HA Ha
Okay readers all of you, I mean Amy. Here's the funny thing which is not really funny but that was the only way I could think to bring this interesting thought about. I am always behind. Behind on my blog, behind on my laundry, behind on my writing, and behind on trimming my kids nail. Yes, I know gross. So this post I thought I'll start ahead of the game, instead of writing about Thanksgiving like I would usually do in the first part of December. I'm going to write about January. See the whole world magically changing in front of you. I know! For 2013 the most unluckiest year in the world (knock on wood) this years goal is to be ahead of the game.
I am not kidding skipping a month is totally going to help me catch up and provide my children with cleaner fingers. What prompted this was last night at dinner. Have you ever just slowly let a few things slip like teaching your children manners. Last night was a disaster. Here is how it went.
"If you don't scoot over. I can't sit there and there's no room by this table." Averie demands Millie to move. We really need a bench instead of two stools and a metal chair tucked against a bay window next to our table.
"Go round." Izzie my two year old screams in an ear deafening pitch.
"Izzie you are not allowed to scream."
"Millie do not eat off your sister's plate. You have plenty of food on yours" She stands up reaches over Isabel knocking a cup over to reach the gallon of milk."
Kade climbs out of his highchair onto the table with pieces of rice falling out of his mouth. I grab him.
"Please just ask if you would like anyone to pass anything. Don't reach around."
"I want milk" Izzie screeches.
"That's not the way you ask," my husband replies.He tosses a rag to Millie. She wipes it unthouroughly. Kade climbs out again. I place him on the floor. He wails. I put him back in within a second he's back on the table.
"Millie reaches over grabs some rice off Izzie's plate. "Millie" I profess. "Sorry I forgot." She says placingthe strewn rice halfway on the table and Izzie's plate.
"You have to ask kindly and say please."Averie yells. Meanwhile our ten year old is trying to talk with us about her day getting totally rejected.
This process continues until everyone is thoroughly disgusted with rice in anyway.
So today I thought how did they slip into that? Wasn't I on the ball enough. I guess I have just been busy and not knowing certain manners have come into play. Its almost like when my daughter wiped her bloody nose on my towel and I didn't notice until I was drying off after a shower. Slowly and surely I have let my kids scream and throw tantrums. Running around, Basketball games, piano, and soccer I have just ignored a few things and they have showed up at my dinner table. So this year I'm resolving to be ahead. I hope this will help. Is this just the way learning works, a constant rhythm of tightening your discipline in every action stopping to teach. I'm not sure if I will get to this rhythm but I hope skipping this month will help.
