Last night every single one of my children caused me to be the "bitchy mom". I'm not going to bore you with specifics, but here is the breakdown:
- Joseph was being snotty and rude. Since speaking to me respectfully has been a problem all summer, I was forced to put him in his place (and his room for the rest of the night). Result: a lot of huffing about and cold shouldering.
- Rachael did something very disappointing and was not going to tell me unless I found out about it. Which I did. I was forced to have a long talk with her about doing the right thing whether anyone knows about it or not and about abusing my trust. Result: A great deal of anger and pouting at the resulting punishment (which included going to HER room for the night).
- Daniel was getting way too big for his britches and when aggravated by his younger brother, used physical force to solve the problem (which has been strictly forbidden), resulting in crying 9 yr. old. I was forced to reinforce my position on "using our words, not our hands" to work things out, put HIM in his place, and remove his cell phone from his possession for one day, as well as send him to bed immediately. Result: Stomping up the stairs, a lot of grumbling.
- Aaron was whiny and demanding all evening. I was forced to say "no" to about a million unreasonable requests, tend to the nose which got smashed in the above-mentioned incident with his brother, and put him to bed immediately with a good dealing of sniffling. Result: 9 yr. old who was unable to go to sleep for hours, who interrupted my sleep multiple times in the night, and was still clingy this morning.
By 11:00 last night everyone was in their rooms, lights out, quiet, all of them probably cursing me in the dark. I was in my room, moaning on the phone to Steven about how much I hated having to be a bitch to EVERYONE in the house.
I KNOW I was right. I KNOW it needed to be done in every case.
Sometimes, though, I just hate being the bad guy. (sigh)