I’m not very good at discipline. My bark is much worse than my bite, and my bark isn’t even taken seriously. I need to work on my follow through, because it’s apparent that my kids have caught on.
Although at this point, I don’t even know what to follow through on.
We do time out in their room, when needed. I would like to find a more suitable time out location, but this house is dinky and there really isn’t one that wouldn’t be in the way. That said, the only one who I can fully discipline is Jedi. Abby just wouldn’t get it at 15 months, and I would have to sit with Buzz while forcibly holding him down and that sounds much worse on myself than anything he would get out of it.
Not that anyone really gets anything out of it, anyway.
It’s a losing battle, one that I don’t even have much energy to fight anymore.
I could yell and scream until my face turns blue and they’d just find it funny. It’s impossible to count how many times I tell Buzz “NO” in a day and he just laughs. It’s like talking into thin air.
We go around and around and it accomplishes nothing.
The same bad behavior the next day as the day before.
Obviously, I’m doing something wrong. Or, they’re doing something right. That is if they’re trying to overthrow the regime, because god damn, they’re wearing me down. They have worn me down. I’m a stump. Just call me Stumpy.