Fellow blogging buddy and funny Mom Kathy from LaundryLight had an awesome post the other day.
It was kinda one of those pump-the-sky-with-your-fist-and-shout-HELL-YEAH posts.
Here’s an excerpt:
My Finest Parenting Moment Yet.
Self-proclaimed, yes, but my finest parenting moment yet occurred just before school started.
It was Labor Day weekend, and we enjoyed a perfectly sunny, beautiful Minnesota camping weekend at the lake. Cousins and family were hanging out, jet-skiing was in full force, trophy fish were caught, and no one had consumed a vegetable for at least 3 days.
Memories had been made. And I had the pictures to prove it.
And then came time to pack up.
I politely requested help carrying all the beach gear back to the camper. The teenager was eager to help. The 11 yr old, notsomuch.
In fact, his two-part temper tantrum was so well executed I’ve decided I should get him into acting. I’ll be rich…
My patience was tested beyond words. ”You’ll be losing a privilege,” I said, “No TV when we get home.”
“GOOD!”, he responded, “I don’t want to watch TV.”
I counted to ten.
I counted to twenty. Thirty. Forty. All the way to 87……...(read the rest of the story HERE)
The bottom line is, after I read Kathy’s story I giggled to myself and silently mouthed “Sooooooo been there sista…” (I do that sometimes. Move my mouth and let no sound come out. Freaks the kids out. It’s a blast.). If there was a “take away” from this story it would be..
You always need to be just a lliiitttllee trickier than your kids.
Funny thing is, the same night I read this, I had my own “Finest Parenting Moment” moment.
I tucked our 9 year old in and sternly said “no playing secretly after I turn the lights out.” His face was the picture of innocence as he said “of course not.” Ten minutes later my Mommy Radar told me mischief was afoot so I tip-toed down the hall to peek in his room.
Even in the dark I saw the guilty look and a fist full of Lego Stormtroopers.