Our ship is sinking. Seriously.
King Daddy and I do not know what to do. The kids are flippant, disrespectful, disobedient and generally out of control.
The night of the Dance Party Oldest came down stairs 1,500,000 times. She lamented that she doesn't like her bed, that it isn't fair that she has to share her room with her brothers and a whole host of other complaints. Middle was bouncing off the walls, he hit the Baby who then started to scream. We put them in bed at 8:30, they finally fell asleep at 10. Middle's cars sleeping bag was taken away followed by his dinosaur. Oldest was ushered back up stairs without the utterance of a word, finally I am applying what Jo Jo tells all the other exhausted, exasperated parents do. Baby's blanket was returned to him and that was that.
King Daddy returned down stairs and asked if I could be frank with him, "what could he do that he isn't already doing?" He went on to tell me that they DO NOT ACT like this when I am away. Specifically Oldest. I know I am a softy, but the manipulation is totally out of control.
I went out to dinner with a friend last night and went home before meeting her. I told Oldest that I would be going out to dinner with my friend. She immediately threw herself on top of me and started with "I don't like it when you are not with meeeeeeeeeeeee."
King Daddy appeared to be stressed so I inquired what was up. He relayed to me that he had picked the kids up and took them to the playground. They had to leave abruptly because Middle fell and out of anger or frustration began hitting Baby. Temper tantrums ensued. Three temper tantrums. Middle's behavior is beyond unacceptable and yet when we tell him that go into time out he says "NO." UM, WHAT? And then we have to forcibly place him in time out. The things that he is teaching Baby...it is mind boggling. Baby now hits, kicks and screams. It is fun. AND makes me so proud. NOT!
So I began to ask the kids how the playground was and why it was that King Daddy was frustrated. Oldest said, "I didn't do anything." Middle said, "I didn't do anything." I was able to coax out of the two of them the events and told them how disappointed I am in them and they will continue to lose privileges if they continue to behave this way. I got up and began saying good bye to everyone. Oldest immediately bee-lined it to the car, crying all the way. I had to pull her off the car. She sat on the grass crying and waving to me as I pulled out of the driveway.
It was a great night (not) and we are equally frustrated with our children. Is it time to call Super Nanny?