Speeches (or the lack of silence)

You ever feel like you’re sick to death of your own voice? I’m reaching this point for two reasons:

1. I seem to have to repeat Every Single Thing Every Single Time I speak, sometimes more than once.

2. Once I get going with speaking to them, my brain seems to do a fast-track of the seventhousand other things I was thinking about when they were in school and since I’m already speaking to them RIGHT NOW I may as well get it all out.

(…bla bla bla…and as I mentioned this morning you should leave your wet boots ON the tray not beside it since this is a rental house and we don’t want to damage the wood floor….bla bla bla…remember you were supposed to pack your recorder in THIS thing to avoid it breaking again…bla bla bla…who left the shovel in the middle of the walkway this morning I almost broke my neck when I came back from grocery shopping…bla bla bla...)

You would think one can expect an almost 10 year old and a just over 7 year old to keep their attention span ON ME for as long as they seem to be able to keep their attention on Minecraft videos.

You would think. But you would be wrong.

I’m just so tired of all this repetition*. And the ensuing attitude from the younger one especially, but not exclusively, had me regress back to their toddler days and create a naughty chair for her to sit on. Don’t we have enough challenges already? I mean, look: how many years have they been going to school? Do I really need to remind each one separately every single day prior to leaving the house that they MUST BRUSH THEIR TEETH?

sigh.

Living in a rental house isn’t exactly helping to keep the routine smooth but I did a lot of work to have things in place for them so they can work toward getting themselves ready without my help. Still, it doesn’t seem to be working. Because once I get them out of the house you would think I could expect them to get into the car so we can go to school. But once again, you would be wrong.

They are outside fighting over a snow shovel. Despite the fact that we have two identical ones in different colours. But no. They both want the red one.

SIGH.

I went to Canadian Tire today and bought a third shovel. This one is pink.

Tomorrow I will take a vow of silence. Does anyone do this or is it only monks or other religious people who practice silence?

I think I’m going to give it a try. Might be cathartic for me.

*Repetition does not work, as we all know since we’ve all heard the so-called experts speak. And I know: to get them to do something after you say so, you do not repeat the request, but you get off your ass and make them do it either by pointing, or following them, or collecting their distractions or whatever. But if that time of day is the first time I’m sitting down, or alternately the time of day when something must happen RIGHT NOW OR WE WILL BE LATE, then yelling speaking the command is easier more effective even at the risk of now having everyone agitated.

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One thought on “Speeches (or the lack of silence)

  1. Once again, you’ve captured life in my own household on a daily basis! I mean, overall we are doing okay, but it seems we are entering a rough phase where we *think* the kids should be able to remember this stuff, and *want* them to take on more responsibility, and yet they seem *incapable* of such a thing. It’s caused some conflict, to say the least!

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