Running on the end of the weekend, M and I finally get a chance to sit down together and talk.
“How are you?”
“Fine. How are you?”
“Fine. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.”
“True dat. I’ve missed you!” (I know M likes when I talk like that)
And our weekend went like this:
No internet for the majority of Saturday which really put a damper on M’s giant project, that one that he needed to use his work computer for that could only be accessed wirelessly. And so that day was just a huge disaster. Full of stress, more stress, random calls to BrightHouse and some more stress.
Life? Dull? I think not. And then he had to go to work (Job #2).
But, you ask… what happened after that? Oh my! Things just so much better!!
V demonstrated his slapping skills on my face. And demonstrated his hitting skills on my chest. Oh my poor chest. And my poor face. But mostly my poor chest. Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch.
And where did this lovely skill come from? I am assuming Daycare as M and I don’t have the habit of smacking each other around. Dude. Total dislike.
As he was hitting me, he laughed. Repeatedly. And it just made me more upset. No amount of “No” and stern looks made it any better. And I have a really good stern look too. It has, on the odd occasion, made M wash dishes and pick up his underwear.
Huge upset for me. Why is he hitting and why is he pretending to enjoy it? What am I parenting wrong? And then, just a random guttural scream.
Later, skyping with my Mum, I spilled the whole shebang.
Mum: “And so he hit you, and then what did you do?”
Me: “I hit…. oh. I hit him on the hand and said ‘No hitting’. Crap.”
Mum: “Did you just say ‘crap’?
Me: “Yes. And I hit him while saying ‘no hitting’. Huge parenting win for me.”
Mum: “What?” And then she laughed at me.
You will figure out your discipline strategy, she said.
Let me be honest. I have no idea what to do about discipline. No idea at all. At all. So much so that I went and bought a book today.
I mean I do the usual. Stern looks. Solemn speaking. “No. No. No.”
But I say that so much that V now says “Mumma no no no.”
Great. And also lol. But with a period at the end. So that makes it ironic. Or serious. Either.
So I am now reading some books. Books that I will tell you about later as I am about to go to bed with them. Mmmhmm book love.
xoxo a.m plus books (Hi Sunday night !!)