I have finally reached the point of all exhaustion. I can't take it anymore. I can't handle having such a chaotic house. It's driving me INSANE. I feel like there are no rules, no consequences, NOTHING to keep these "troops" in order.
I broke down under pressure and decided it was time for me to bust out my creative skilz and make a NEW discipline board for the kids.
I've been synonymous for always having great chore boards. I used to LOVE being creative and thinking of fun new ways for the kids to be trained and molded. Ever since leaving Fort Worth (where my last chore board was ruined in the torrential floods), I've let my family go and it is SHOWING. When this happens, all hell breaks loose and it's everyone for themselves which is NOT pretty my friends.
Lately I've been struggling with Miah SO MUCH. For some reason, this age is not working well with him. He has a SEVERE lying problem...oh my word. Like he would lie TO THE DEATH. It drives me crazy. I don't understand how a kid can't comprehend that if you LIE, you will get in ten TIMES more trouble...doesn't he see that? Today when he lied about spraying my blush brush with Resolve, I had a meltdown. Like a major meltdown. He wouldn't admit to the crime even though he was the ONLY ONE IN THE HOUSE THAT COULD DO IT. Hello Miah...I'm not a freakin idiot...do you think I am?
I did something. But only because I heard about someone else doing it just the other day (MA and SS - there I sold you out). I wanted him to tell me the truth SO BAD that I stuck him in the shower...fully clothed mind you...and turned it on....COLD...FREEZING cold. I let him be sprayed, DRENCHED until he admitted it and even STILL, he wouldn't say what he did until I TOLD him what he did. THEN he said yes. But just ten seconds after that, I asked him again, who did this Miah? And his answer? Somebody. UGH. Back to the lying!!!!!!!!
I had him change clothes, dry off, get dressed...
and take a nap.
I needed to be away from that situation. I remember my Aunt MoMo once said to me when I had baby Jake, "You can shake the CRIB, but don't shake the baby." I've since loved this quote and have stuck by it because heavens knows we have all needed to shake our children's CRIBS every once in awhile. Spraying the water was the only crib I could shake at the time.
Now, I know you're all thinking I'm a crazy insane mother.
And yes, it's true. I am. But at least I admit it. Would you?
Given that instance and many more previous instances involving ALL of the kids at many different times. I decided it was time to RE-enforce the discipline board.
Here it is...
in all it's glory.
Let me tell you how it works.
Each child has their own "lane" to earn gold coins, or get strikes. Strikes are bad. Coins are good. Each time you break ANY of the rules seen below, you get a strike. Three strikes in one day? You're out...no gold coin for that day. If you happen to make it through the day without striking out, you get a coin. After 14 gold coins - you get to go to Barnes and Noble and pick a book. Simple. Easy. Fun. Rewarding!
(the coins and little baseball bats (which are the strikes) shown are only for explanation purposes, really we haven't started...the board is empty)
Now here are the rules. My favorite is #1 which overrides ALL the rules and means I can make up or add to the rules anytime I feel like it. Love that about being the mom, don't you?
Now don't get me wrong.
Just because you get a strike from breaking a rule, doesn't mean you can't be punished in any other way as well. Groundings from outside, playing with friends, spanks (and not the kind that make you look skinny), Friday night movie night, or timeouts can also accompany a strike.
The kids are excited to fill up their lanes and I'm happy because I at least have something to go by. Some type of structure. We needed that. I needed that. We spent our most recent FHE going over the rules and the discipline board to make sure we were all on the same wave length. I just finished the board today and guess what?
BRING IT you heathens of mine....BRING IT!