Ronni's Journal | Anything But Ordinary

Now I know what it meant when a parent (mine never said this, mind you) on TV says “This hurts me more than it hurts you.” Because having to be strict and discipline your child, seeing him upset and crying, is NOT the thing. And I fought it. Boy did I fight it. I’m not a confrontational person, so it was really hard for me to do it and follow through.

BUT he did something that broke my trust, so all the fun stuff had to be taken away (in all fairness, I think he got off VERY easily considering), and I hated doing it. But I know that I have to. I’m not trying to be on Jerry Springer or something like that duking it out with my kid. No way.

Being a mom is hard. But not hard enough for me to EVER say, “This is hurting me more than it hurts you.” Heh.

(Originally posted at http://anywhere-is.net. Comment here or there.)

Every night before I go to bed, I check on Aidan. I give him a kiss, put the covers over him, and then I kiss him again. He usually doesn’t wake up.

Tonight, he woke up. He looked at me and smiled, then he put his hand on my cheek, gave ME a kiss, then he fell back to sleep. I doubt he’ll remember this tomorrow/today. But I will. And I’ll smile.

(Originally posted at Anywhere Is...)

Aidan is currently sitting in time out, screaming his head off because of the following:

01. He lost the DVD remote again.
02. He demanded that I find the remote.
03. I told him that because he lost it, and he wants it, that he needs to go find it.
04. He yelled at me, and told me NO, I needed to find it.
05. I told him, again, that he needed to find the remote if he wanted to use it.
06. He stormed into his room, screaming that he was mad at me, then slammed the door.
07. He came out, smiling, and demanded I find the remote again.
08. Repeat of numbers 3–6.
09. Then he HIT me.
10. I said OH NO.
11. He ran into my room and locked the door.
12. I told him to unlock that door RIGHT NOW. He did.
13. I picked him up and put him on the ottoman and told him time out for five minutes.
14. He’s been sitting there wailing every since.

Seriously, how in the fresh hell does he think it’s my responsibility to look for the remote HE lost? Good Lord. He’s the one who wants to watch all those silly cartoons and such. He’s old enough to know better, but I see I’m going to have to teach him not to blame his problems on other people. And the hitting? Oh HELL no. I am NOT having it. NOT having it.

I think he needs a nap.

(Originally posted at Anywhere Is...)