Thursday, March 13, 2008
When killing your kids is not an option.
I am SO upset with my boys right now. The weather has been beautiful the past couple days and they love to play outside. However, every time they have been out back lately we find within 5 minutes they are throwing stuff into the pool: rocks (mostly), golf clubs, cars, whatever they can find and [today] my decorative frogs that are in the flower beds. Yeah, that's right, the frogs are SHATTERED at the bottom of the spa. Not only am I pissed about having to throw away meaningless pieces of yard art, but also I have no idea how to get the shards of ceramic off the bottom of the spa without getting into the freezing water and pulling the little pieces out. We have just spent over $250 getting the pool sweep fixed from rocks being sucked up and jamming the mechanism. EVERY time I catch them (which takes them maybe 3-5 minutes unsupervised) they have to come inside and are kept inside for the day. WHICH really feels like punishment for me! Their punishment is to sit on their beds, but unless I sit in there with them, Brock climbs up the ladder to Brevin's bunk and within minutes Brevin is bawling because Brock is beating the crap out of him USUALLY with the wooden blocks. I'm thinking "You're 2 and 4, the instructions EVERY TIME they go outside are SO simple. . .don't throw anything in the pool." I told them they couldn't come out of their room for the whole day. I really am ready to follow through with that threat too. Otherwise I may seriously freak out on them. UGH! I am just mad.
Posted by barlows at 10:15 AM