These days I'll do ANYTHING for a few moments of peace and quiet: plying the kids with sugar and plastic toys, giving in to ludicrous requests, over indulging, bribery, blackmail. Like I said - anything. Call me a bad parent, whatever, I'm too tired to care. Just please let me hide in a closet for thirty minutes.
Whenever we get back home from an outing, Matthew refuses to come into the house - he wants to stay in the car so that he can press all the buttons and switches on the dashboard and sit in the driver's seat. At first I was all, no dude, you're messing up the car. But then followed the wailing. And then I conceded.
Okay. Good. Whatever.
When it's time to leave the park, I tell Matthew he can watch a movie, if he comes right now. If he still refuses - as he often does, I extend the promise to include a movie.. a cake.. some milk.. and a new pack of stickers (I have supplies). Finally he caves at the thought of all the goodies awaiting him back at home. "Taysties." He says, dreamily.
Okay. Great. Done.
When Oliver wakes up crying at 3 a.m., I relent with cuddles in the rocking chair and a bottle of milk.
Okay. Yay. Yawn.
J and I are easy: we surrender to the same bribe. If either of us has had a bad day or week, if we're tired or grumpy, there's one thing that's always a perk: The words "Why don't you go out and buy yourself something nice?" The materialistic goodness never fails to work its magic on us good consumer types.
Okay. Now we're talking. Yes oh yes.