Yesterday afternoon, I found a ripped up newspaper all over the living room floor. Nathan, very sheepishly, admitted that he did it and Emily had helped “a little.” I told him they weren’t in trouble, that I didn’t mind, but that they both had to pick up all the pieces and throw them away.
Nathan picked up most of the pieces while Emily played around on the couch, alternating between ignoring me and whining when she did decide to very slowly and reluctantly pick up one tiny piece. I gave her one last warning “You’d better help your brother or you will be going in time out.” By this time Nathan had picked up almost everything. So when Emily sees this, then she decides that she’s going to obey. Only Nathan’s pretty much done it all. So Emily throws a fit over that; she starts crying and whining that “Na-Na did it all!”
When I tell her to pick up, she whines. And then when it’s all picked up and she didn’t help, she whines.
As mothers, doesn’t it feel like sometimes we just can’t win?
(Em did spend time in Time Out.)