This was one of my gifts, given to me by my sister-in-law, Eileen, and her family. She remembers what I’m dealing with. Even though her children are grown. She and my brother-in-law can frolic in the privacy of their empty nest in their underwear, if they so chose.
Which is why their children generally call and ALWAYS knock before coming over for a visit.
I did the math. By the time Jensen is grown and gone, it will be time for Fiddledaddy and I to move in with one of our lucky offspring. Who would never dream of shipping us off to a nursing home. Unless we take to frolicking in our underwear.
You just never know.
It likely didn’t escape your notice that the aforementioned bottle has already been opened.
Because someone was very very naughty. And deserves a time out.
Fiddledaddy has been hollering at me lately to stay off of my feet. (And can you believe I fight him on this?) Well. A favorite consequence to the bad behavior that our offspring exhibit, is what we call a “Time Back”. This means that the offending child has to go to bed early. The “Time Backs” are in 15 minute increments. If all the children are particularly rotten, we can possibly have a quiet house by 7:45 because ALL THE CHILDREN ARE IN BED.
It’s brilliant parenting, really. And I must give credit to Fiddledaddy for thinking of it. In an effort to keep the mommy from yelling, and sounding like she’s insane.
Tonight when Fiddledaddy was fussing at me to get out of the kitchen so the children could clean up (can you believe I would argue with him over this?) Jensen piped up with, “DADDY, JUST GIVE MOMMY A TIME BACK.”
Right on, little dude.
What’s your favorite “Mommy time out”?