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To Time Out or Not to Time Out

I can’t remember if I was at the doctor’s office filling out my daughter’s two year checkup questionnaire or if I was reading something on the internet, but whatever it was, it indicated that time-outs were not appropriate for toddlers.

Say what?

Honestly, if I didn’t use a time out for my daughter, she would probably have hurt herself doing something she wasn’t supposed to do.  Simply telling her does not cut it, and I refuse to hit.  She is an envelope pusher (please, may that trait serve her well later in life) and if I don’t have SOMETHING to resort to as a punishment, my life would be more of a living hell than it already is.

Because even the time out doesn’t always work, and once I threaten one, I am extremely consistent about following up.  I give her warnings and don’t jump straight to the time out, but in cases like the one where she tries to climb up our entertainment center to touch the television, they are used immediately.   I only use time outs when she is going to hurt herself in some way or has hurt someone else in some way, such as the time when she was very into punching her brother in the private area.  Sorry, not going to be tolerated and I don’t see any other recourse.  I take her physically away from whatever is going on, sit her with me, and tell her why she has to sit with me.  I don’t keep her that long, but I think my message comes across.

I didn’t have to use time outs for the Munchkin until much later in his life, definitely after three.  He was a completely different type of child, so much that it makes my head spin to think about it.  But like all kids, he has his own special brand of misbehaving.

Oddly enough, I remember that the article didn’t really have any other options for discipline other than distraction.  Let me tell you, once they get to a certain age, distraction doesn’t work.

Unless of course, the distraction is a time out.

 

Tuesday Teeny Poll

Never mind me over here being a bit MIA, just a bunch of things happening in a very short amount of time make for a very distracted Glinda.

47% of you saw 2011 come and go with nary a glance behind you, while it was a banner year for 21%. 21% also felt it was one of the worst. Years. Ever.

I thought towards the end of 2011 it was starting to get bad, but I think that 2012 is so far shaping up to be much worse, at least for me personally.

Sunday night we went out to eat at a restaurant where they serve a complimentary toddler plate. It came with a banana, some oranges, and some cheerios in a small stainless steel cup, the same kind they used to serve ketchup and likeminded condiments. Well, my daughter became obsessed with that cup, and anything we put in it, she would eat.

So, after not much deliberating, I stole it. Sue me. Because if I can recreate that magic even half the time, my life is ten times easier.

I Got Nothin’

I’ve gone and done it.

For the first time in at least ten years, I didn’t send out Christmas cards.

You see, I waited much too long to take a picture of the kids. I kept telling myself that we could wait one more week. What was one more week? But then things kept happening, and finally the weekend that was to be my final deadline came and went with all of us being sick and barely able to function, much less posing and smiling for a picture.

I can’t think of a worse recipe for a photo than two sick kids, one of them a toddler who has hit the terrible twos with a vengeance.

So I didn’t upload the picture, the card never got printed, I never had to go pick them up, and I didn’t have to spend a bunch of time addressing them.

I feel sort of bad about it, because I know many people look forward to having a picture of the kids.

But then again, I sort of don’t.

Maybe I could send out New Year’s cards?

Gee, Ya Think?

I was talking to a friend of mine who wa recently laid off her job of ten years. She spoke of some depression and anxiety, and she wants badly to climb out of the funk. However, losing her job was an unexpected blow to both her ego and her bank account.  She has two boys, seven and two years old.

She said that she had been talking to her mother-in-law and the MIL mentioned that she had noticed that my friend had changed since she had first met her.

“You know,” she mused, “You definitely became different after you had the kids.  You used to be so happy and carefree.”

Well I’m sorry, but what the hell is suprising enough about that to warrant a comment?

Who among us was not a fairly happy, carefree married/attached woman when things like children and mortgages weren’t in the picture?

It’s really easy to be lighhearted and the life of the party when you don’t have small leeches that suck the life out of you children.  Imagine being able to have some time to yourself to read a book, or have a guilt-free workout, or a glass of wine, or any of another million things that become harder when you have children under the age of five.

And I think the worst part of it is that even though the MIL truly wasn’t trying to be critical, I think that if my friend had maintained a devil-may-care attitude, people would have noticed and said that she obviously doesn’t take mothering all that seriously.

Motherhood, the land of no winning.

 

The New Reality

I used to pride myself on never being able to take a nap during the day.

No matter how tired I was, I just could not get comfortable enough to fall asleep in broad daylight.

My, how things have changed.

Thanks to my toddler’s erratic sleeping habits as well as my desperate need for 27 hours in the day, I find myself constantly jerking myself awake from a snooze session on the couch.  This is pathetic because I’m supposed to be watching my kids, not snoring in an upright position.  I never know if I’ve been dozing for five minutes or a half an hour, but either way, it ain’t a good thing.

But try as I might, I just can’t help myself.

And I also used to think that I was a great parent, judging myself on the Munchkin and how superior (of course!) he was to all other children.

Well, my daughter has cured me of that conceit, and I have finally admitted to myself that parenting is just one huge crap shoot.

I’ve also realized the odds of me winning the lottery are pretty much nil, and I’m past the point where I can run away with some rich oil tycoon.

Yep.

I’m bummed.

So much for my not complaining on a Wednesday, eh?

 

 

My Parents Were Awesome

Now, I know I told you I would have the downsides to homeschooling for you today, but then I realized it was Wednesday.

Nobody wants to hear complaints on a Wednesday.

So, I bring to you the tumblr My Parents Were Awesome, and some of the awesomeness contained therein.

Where are They Now? Funny or Die Does Toddlers and Tiaras

There Will Be No Licking in This House

I present to you a vintage ad for a laxative that is currently making the rounds:

I’m not kidding when I say that this conversation could well have happened between my husband and me just yesterday.

Boing Boing via Sociological Images

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