It was my first morning of getting up really Really early. Got to the gym, stretched, ran, stretched, weight trained arm and back with my trainer and then got home before Shane left for work. (You can read about the details here if you like.)
Actually, it was pretty awesome! I have never enjoyed working out early, but I think I can appreciate the practicality of it now that I have about zero seconds to spare during the day. It’s nice to start the day off in a productive way and know that I won’t have to stress about getting all the homeschooling, reading, feeding, cleaning, cooking, diaper changing, life-lesson teaching, etc. done.
That however, did not mean that I was Nice Mom all day. In fact, the kids decided to test the effectiveness of an early morning workout on Nice Mom’s level of patience. Maybe it’s the sort of thing that takes time to effect one’s longer-term mood, because they managed to kill Nice Mom pretty early on in the day.
Mean Mom had to take over and all the toys on the floor that refused to be picked up met an unfortunate fate. They were imprisoned in a lonely and rather large container tucked away in a dark corner of the garage. Sentenced to life with the possibility of parole.
At some point in my day, I demanded that they give me two minutes. Two. Minutes. No whining, demanding, crying, fighting or screaming. Eliza refused but then couldn’t resist the ten minutes or so of fun with the frozen yogurt tube. Even though I spent quite a while cleaning up yogurt after that, it was so worth it.
Do you wake up early to get some “me” time in?
What helps your Nice Mom to stay patient?
Have you ever taken away toys/stuff for an indefinite amount of time in hopes your kids would learn to take care of them better? Did it work?