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The Worst Mom Ever…

December 23, 2008

I get the title tonight. There is no discussion. No speeches. No Recounts. I win the prize.

You see I am tired. The Little One has been sick and was attached to my lap for about 4 hours before I finally got her in bed. The Big One did not take too well to the Little One being sick and cuddling with the FixItMommy all day. The jealous little monster in her took over at bedtime.

Grandma actually rocked the Big One to sleep in the living room {a special treat only at Grandma’s house.} After 30 minutes or so of sound sleeping, I picked her up and carried her into her bed. At which point, the scream-fest began. She whined, kicked, cried, flipped and flopped all over the bed. She threw her blanket off, then cried because she wanted it on. She asked me to sing to her then complained it was the wrong song. I was tired and fed up after about 40 minutes of it, as a result, I blurted out the unthinkable threat.

Just an aside, the Husband and I are usually really careful about threats, etc. because we are big on following through with what we say to the girls. So when we threaten a punishment, we make sure that we are ready and willing to enforce it.

What did I threaten? Well, I threatened that if she did not stop the crying, whining, fussing and drama that we would be going home in the morning and there would be no Christmas. Santa would not be brining her presents because she was not being good. She would not see her cousins and there would be no fun.

Yes, it was a bit extreme. Yes, it was wrong, Yes, I feel terribly guilty about it…      But it did work. {Thank goodness for small miracles! I don’t know how I would have explained that one to the grandmas and grandpas.} Please help me feel better and tell me how you’ve scarred your children!

5 Comments leave one →
  1. Karen permalink
    December 23, 2008 10:43 am

    LOL! I still cant believe you let the husband out of the house last night! I thinkId likely have grounded mine! (but Ihave no grandma on hand). I lied to my Big One when the crab in the fish tank died – i claimed it was sleeping – for several days – before I finally got in there and threw it away. Last night at dinner she wanted to say grace and thanked God “..for the snake, for Mokey, for Mokey Sleeping…” I nearly cried, of course. But what will be the bedtime ramifications of this?????

  2. December 23, 2008 12:08 pm

    I would totally have done the same thing. I vividly remember being worried that Santa would not come because I was being too naughty. It works.

  3. December 23, 2008 3:25 pm

    I have threatened to call Santa and call off Christmas. I have gotten all the way to picking up the phone before Stevie calmed down.
    I have also caught a few of Stevie’s tantrums on video, saved it and shown it to him after he calms down. Then we have a chat about how ridiculous he acted.
    His big treat on the weekends is to go grocery shopping with me. I have left him at home a few times after a tantrum and have even dragged his screaming ass out of the store, taken him home and gone back without him.

  4. December 26, 2008 11:11 am

    Don’t beat yourself up! I threatened the same thing to Diva. I should know that threat will bite me in the butt someday. My mom used the same threat on me around 5 years old and I called her on it. I admit I was acting HORRIBLE!Well…Christmas day rolled around (the threat was made on Christmas Eve) and I woke up, ran to the living room, and saw no presents. I was devistated! My mom had a talk with me and said that Santa might stop by later. After I went to see my Dad, that evening I had all my presents. I’m still very good around Christmas, you just never know.

  5. fixitmommy permalink*
    December 31, 2008 8:37 am

    These are awesome! Karen I am still mourning your loss of Mokey. It makes me sad, you see Max is still my avatar…

    Great stories, ladies. I too have pulled the video camera out to document the tantrum, the Big One usually stops as soon as she sees the camera now.

    We all lived to see Christmas, Santa came and everything turned out fine.

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