And they whine. Oh My Goodness, the whining!
The Calm One and I are at loose ends as to how to stop the whining. We've tried everything.
And then I had an idea. We recently have been talking about the Ten Commandments. And I wondered aloud to the kids what the eleventh commandment might be. They came up with all kinds of ideas:
Thou shalt not make us go to bed.
Thou shalt not touch my toys, ever and ever.
Thou shalt keep your boogies to yourself.
All admirable additions. Amateurs.
And then I laid it on them - Number one of the Jubilant household commandments:
Thou shalt not whine.
I had three sets of eyes do the blank stare *blink-blink* thing. As if to say, "Us? We whine?" And I may or may not have even said aloud, "Um, yes, you do. Every.Single.Day.Of.Your.Life. And please make it stop right now before mommy's head explodes." Or something of the sort.
And then, to emphasize my point, I slapped this on the table in front of them:
Then I hung it in a prominent place for them to see. Every.Single.Day.Of.Their.Lives. Or until they move out. Or stop whining. Which ever comes first.
I think we all can guess which will come first. I'm just sayin'.
And so, dear reader, I know you are doing a little wondering of your own, "But has it worked?" Well, that would be a big fat no. But their sidelong glances at the sign as they walk down the hall gives me high hopes that the whole guilt thing may come into play.
Once they learn to read.