Monday, July 25, 2011

The Amish, Nor My Mom, Can Touch My Parenting Skills

I just spent the last hour and a half putting Cole back in bed one hundred and thirty freakin' two times. 

I know what you are thinking.  "But Leslie, The Bachelorette is on right now.  Didn't you tell Cole that?"

Yes, I just missed the majority of The Bachelorette. 

Yes, I told Cole.  Of course I told him. I'm not sure he could hear me though over his shrieking.

Cole has officially gone to the dark side with his sleeping behavior here.  I mean, wrecking my opportunity to watch the love story of Ashley and Ben, Ashley and Constantine, and Ashley and JP unfold on Fantasy Suite night is simply unforgivable. 

We all have limits.  I have reached mine.  You don't mess with the opportunity to forgo individual rooms.

It's simply not done.

I know it's probably just time for him to be home.  He's been begging to go home the last few days, whereas Aiden breaks in to tears at the thought of leaving Indiana.  I know that Cole desperately needs a routine to function and that has been tough here, but for the love of all that is good does he have to jack with my reality TV?!!?!?!?

 It was time for me to go Super Nanny on him.  There was no talking to him, only putting him back in bed. I was the picture of solid parenting.

I sat outside the bedroom door reading my new book, which I am loving by the way and will have to dedicate a few hundred posts to how fascinated I am, and simply picked him up and put him back in bed every time he came to the door.  It sucked.

What was super fun was that my Mom would periodically pop by, twitching from the sound of a grandchild screaming and ask me if I was sure he was OK?  Didn't he sound scared?  Why didn't I go downstairs while she tried to lay down with him?  Couldn't she just bring him a cracker?  Leslie!?!?!?

I was fairly confident that she placed this sign in my room right before we arrived to remind me that I'm too hard on my kids.

Thank you MaryAnn and the Amish artists of the 80s, I'll keep this in mind.

Tough love is difficult for her.  Actually so is being laid back.  There really isn't a happy place if a problem arises.  She is understandably uncomfortable when one of the kids has a tantrum.

I considered it a huge success though when after the hour and a half and 132 returns to his bed, Cole came to the door while my Mom was talking to me and said, "Good night Mommy.  Would you cover me with my blanket?  I love you.  I'll see you in the morning."

Parenting GENIUS!  The Amish never would have gotten Cole to that place.

They also wouldn't have been concerned about The Bachelorette though......probably. It's a really good show.

4 comments:

Kimberly said...

Oh, how I hate this aspect of bedtime. My 16-month-old is SO easy about going to bed. I can plop him in, he pulls his blanket up to his chin, pops his fingers in his mouth, and passes out. But my almost-two-and-a-half-year-old becomes a she-devil at bedtime. In and out, crying, begging for a drink, to re-brush her teeth, an extra blanket/story/hug/bath/toy... She's the queen of stall tactics.

I've fought this fight many evenings, and I feel your pain. My mom's a lot like yours, which makes it harder. Good for you for sticking to your guns; obviously it finally worked! I'm sorry you missed your TV show, though.

Lynda Halliger-Otvos said...

Home looks good after a while doesn’t it, Little Guy ?~! My heart goes out to his desire to be in his regular surroundings.

You, Mom, win the Big Prizes for tonight’s bedtime extravaganza: in the Patience category--Gold Medal and Blue Ribbon (the Ribbon is for going over 100 repeats); for Calmness you take home a soft beach towel for those times when you dream of a long hot steamy bath and have to settle for a quick shower; and lastly the Mom Please I Can Handle My Kids division--you have been awarded an Additional Two Weeks in her home...

Don’t thank me, it was my huge pleasure.

Lee Ann said...

coming out of lurkdom to just tell you that I could have written this post! From the back to bed shreiking to the Granny who just wants to fix. Love it! well done Mummy! I think 135 was our worst night too, so that must be a common point for them to give up and cuddle in lol xx

ALI said...

I tried posting yesterday, but blogger comments was just not being nice.

I totally feel you & appreciate both your current sleep challenage, as well as, your "Oh God my parents must think I suck at this parenting gig" station in life...

I do have to say, that after one particularly bad melt down by my son, my mom, knowing I was headed for a melt down myself, hugged me & told me that I had a pretty awesome kid & that while this time was particularly rough, he is generally the most well behaved kid in the room, and that she thought I was doing a great job since she would have reddened our hide by that point...

I cannot tell you how much it meant to know my mom thought I was doing a good job...