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Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Me, Being a Nag.

Sometimes I get tired of saying the same things over and over.

Things like, "Did you brush your teeth?", "Please put your clothes away.", "Are you ready for school?", "Make your bed."

The list goes on and I'm sure you get the gist of where I'm going with it.

Don't get me wrong, we've got great kids. But the key word is they are kids. So they don't necessarily always do exactly what they are supposed to do.

It gets old requesting the same things. And I get tired of reminding certain youngsters in my house to do things that they should just know to do now.

When these youngsters are called on the carpet about not doing what they are supposed to be doing, many times the response is the same.

"Ugh. I forgot. I'm sorry."

More frustrating words have never been said.

So this last Sunday, when I had finally. had. IT. I came up with a plan.

See there are a lot of requests put on me as well.

Such as, Can you get me a drink?, Can you sign my assignment book?, Can you make sure this shirt is clean so I can wear it to school this week?

My list goes on and on too.

I decided that as long as my requests got ignored, so did theirs.

Oh I know it sounds harsh, but these are not detrimental issues. So before anyone goes out calling child protection know that if anything, I was hoping a lesson would emerge.

So it started after church where we went for our weekly McDonalds fix.

"I'd like a cheeseburger with no onions or mustard, french fries and Coke." T rattled off.

So when J returned to our table with a cheeseburger with both onions and mustard on it, T was miffed. (Just as a side note, let me tell you that would have been the day I would have special ordered a cheeseburger at McDonalds growing up. Oy!)

I handed him his soda, his very precious 'pop of the week' and when he saw it was clear inside, he said, "Umm, I said I wanted Coca Cola." He said with that very annoying 'duh' tone.

I know you know that tone.

I can not stand that tone.

"Ugh. I must have forgot. I'm sorry." J replied.

T shrugged his shoulders and moved along.

Sunday night while we got ready for the upcoming week, M was in the process of laying out her outfits.

"I really want to wear this brown skirt tomorrow." She tells me, and I see it's the same brown skirt she'd been wearing fresh with ketchup on it.

I thought to myself, I am so not washing that skirt for tomorrow.

When morning came and there was no brown skirt, not a word was said.

As M sat down to eat her breakfast, she asked me to get her a glass of milk. I continued doing what I was doing as if I did not hear her.

In her sing song voice she asked again.

And again.

And again.

And finally, again.

"Ugh. I'm sorry. I forgot." I responded when after five requests it seemed that she really might be getting thirsty.

"It's ok. You forget a lot." She said without even looking up.


Number one, Idonotforgetalot.

Number two, why do they not care??!!???

This is attention seeking behavior meant to teach a lesson.

Apparently, it's not working out so well.


Blogger melissa said...

thanks for a good laugh on a day like today.

September 11, 2007 at 8:59 AM  
Blogger Angie Shultis said...

This is hilarious, and painfully close to home. I, too, am the maid/servant/fetcher-of-all-things. I have half-heartedly tried this strategy with similar results -- they don't get it! Such is the lot of the mom . . . always called upon, never appreciated. Special orders at McD's? My kids insist on it, too -- and in my day, I just would have been left to go hungry. Oy! is right!

September 11, 2007 at 6:21 PM  
Blogger charish said...

haha, I went on strike one week and they did not care. So, It is all kids were we like that

September 13, 2007 at 7:43 PM  

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