Hey, blog fans. I know it's been a while since I've logged an entry here. Sorry. Been a little busy.
Nothing new has been going on in BikerMomma's world. Hubby is still home from work because of his surgery to remove a cancerous tumour. We're in the process now of deciding whether or not chemo would be a good course of action. The older child has been home from school for a little less than a month, so I've been spending my days and nights playing referee between the two siblings. The younger one ... well ... Trouble is being Trouble.
I've come to the conclusion, though, that I've already lost the fight. Trouble is going to steamroll right over me for the rest of my natural life, and there's not a darn thing I can do about it. He's not even three years old yet and he's already won. It's all over. How do I know?
We were at my parents' house last week. Trouble was doing something I didn't want him to do. I don't remember exactly what - moving furniture or swinging from a chandelier or some such nonsense. I told him, in my firmest Mom voice, to stop. His response was an equally authoritative "No!" So I pulled out my standard bluff, the one that has always worked in the past:
"Stop it right now or I'm going to spank your bum."
Now, I've never actually spanked him. I've never had to. Until that day, my bluff worked like a charm.
Trouble stopped dead in his tracks. He turned his back on me and stuck out his behind. He looked over his shoulder at me and, with a twinkle in his eye and the most charming grin God has ever created on his face, he gave his bum a little pat and said, "Come on, Mommy. Spank me!"
What do you do? Hubby is of the impression that I should have gone ahead and spanked him. Of course, that was presuming I would have been capable of leaving my seat. Which I wasn't. It took every ounce of muscle control I had at the moment to stop myself from dissolving into fits of laughter, scooping him up and kissing him a hundred times just because he was so damned cute. Instead, I turned my head to hide the tears welling up in my eyes and pretended to cough.
Trouble walked away, free to manipulate me another day.
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Hang in there Vicky things will get better.
Your nephew would do the same thing at that age. My threat was "You'll stand in the corner for five minutes". He would look right at me with determination in his eyes, then go do whatever he knew he wasn't supposed to do (like hit his sister)and walk straight to the corner, slam both his arms on the wall, then he would turn his head to look at me and grunt. Didn't take me long to give up on the corner. Now that he's older I use the Game Cube as a bargaining chip. It works when he wants to ...
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