I just want to take my sweet, wonderful children and tie them up and lock them in their closets.
We’ve got our second snow day in a row and with the weekend, it’s four days off all together. My kids are bored silly and doing everything they can to annoy me.
My son will bother my daughter by picking her up and carrying her into another room and putting her down in there. My daughter is not a baby, she’s eight years old and not amused by this. The only thing that he wants to do is eat. He got angry today because my daughter’s apple was bigger then his. I’m sorry, I didn’t think to measure the apples. I guess I should have. He also like to have conversations with me while I’m on the phone.
My daughter is spending her time by walking around the house making fart noises and asking endless stupid questions. “Why do we have hair on our heads ?” “Why doesn’t the dog talk ?” “Why do you cook dinner ?” She knows that these are stupid and she knows the answers, but she’s bored.
They have also been running around the house, jumping on the beds, shouting whenever possible and bickering over the world’s dumbest things, like who the dog loves more and who has the most milk in their glass.
Heaven forbid that they read a book, play a board game together, do a word game or even watch cartoons.
Please, please, please let there be school tomorrow !
As I type this my kids are singing “Poopy poopy poopy poop” to the tune of * Peter Cottontail*
Here’s my mom’s secret - a gift for you. When we were kids and were bored, we’d be handed a dust cloth. Nothing like the threat of chores to put us in the self-amuse mode.
Good luck.
And you’re not a terrible parent. You’re just outnumbered!
I make my children clean when they’re bored. There’s nothing like the threat of cleaning to make the children scarce. In fact, just the thought of it often makes them hide for hours on end.
When the fighting gets to be too much, sometimes I make them write up lists of things they like about each other. Or I tell them that everytime they argue, they’re going to have to kiss and make-up.
Snow + sugar + cinnamon + food coloring (if you like) + whatever else you can think of to put in. Although come to think of it the sugar part might be kinda bad…
My mom would make my brother and me sit on the couch and hold hands for 5 minutes when we fought (and he always, always started it. Never me. Uh uh. No way. Not me.). Never knew 5 lousy minutes could feel like such an eternity!
I’m confused. If you’re having a snow day, I’d assume that’s because it snowed/there is snow on the ground. Tell them to put on their coats and go the hell outside.
Problem solved.
But they better not be throwing snowballs at MY car.
My Mom was evil. Whenever I got into a fight with my sister she would have us stand in a corner hugging until she decided we were ready to stop. Then we had say we loved each other. Of course we were also the stupid kids who would take a nap every time Mom said “Go take a nap, I’m sleepy.” Ohhh my Mom had it easy, not all kids are as dumb as we were.