It doesn’t happen very often.  But every once in a while I pull off an amazing mothering feat.
Feat number one.  I didn’t cry. I didn’t lecture.  I didn’t yell.
Megan did this to her bangs…

Feat number two. I made her look respectable for school.

Now if I can manage to get my house ready for company […]

How my kids misbehave.
Megan.
Writes her full name (complete with a heart over the “i” in our last name and a signature flower at the bottom) about 4 inches high across the front of the refrigerator in SHARPIE. Denies it until I inform her that I’m not asking if she did it (that’s pretty obvious) I’m […]

So I’ve not said much because there hasn’t been a ton to say. Megan’s teacher did mention right before we went off track for the month that she was ‘paying attention in class better and was following directions after hearing them once rather then needing to be constantly redirected.’ That’s good right?  I didn’t really […]

guess.

I’ll give you a clue or two… brown boots, green tights, pink dress…
That’s right! A flower!! The only way I could convince her to change was to take a picture and promise to share her creativity. Impressed?
Also I’d appreciate it if you’d ignore all the stuff in the background. I got […]

I’ve not made any money today. None.  Of course on the bright side someone else has picked up toilet flushing responsibility.  I’ll have to look for a new source of revenue.
On to Megan’s ‘retraining’ or ‘punishment’.
Remember the yelling, the screaming, the tantruming, the anger.  Oh- the constant anger. She’s 7.  Not 13. Shocking I know.  […]