Last week I wrote this post about how I had made it 6 months without yelling at the kids.
About how the kids still tried to push my buttons and get out of doing stuff around the house that they were supposed to do.
And how I realized that I was not holding Number 3 accountable for getting the dishes done, and how, once I quietly took the Kindle away, he got his act together.
He’s still not perfect. He still thinks I’ll forget about the dishes and he’ll still retain possession of the Kindle no matter what.
But it only takes a night without it to whip him back in line.
Number 3, on the other hand, was motivated by her Kindle for about, um… 45 minutes.
Then she just decided, Eh. Screw it. I don’t want my Kindle.
And she has blown off the dishes for the last two days.
I needed new currency.
I think Number 4 may have a future in fundraising.
There is a Jump Rope for Heart fundraiser going on at her school right now, and she has until February 10 the raise money.
To me, that would mean start seeking out contributions on about Feburary 8th.
But Number 4 has been relentless since January 20 when she came home with that fucking paper.
By January 22, she had gotten my mother, my father, my brother, Number 2, and Maureen to give her money.
I had told her I would give her money last week.
She asked me about it again this morning.
“Mom?!? When are you going to give me Jump Rope for Heart money?” she asked.
“When you clean up the kitchen,” I told her.
“Okay!” she said.
“For four days in a row.” I continued.
“But MOM! This is important to me!!!” she said.
“Well you cleaning the kitchen is important to me,” I said.
And with that, Number 4 walked directly to the sink and started loading the dishwasher.
No yelling necessary.