March 9, 2010
The Sleepover Party
With three kids born so close together, one of my concerns has always been about developing individual relationships. It's important for my kids to do things in pairs, as well as in groups.
Today, Camber and Cortlen fought so much with each other that they earned their own private sleepover party.
"No fair!" yelled Kellen, crossing his arms.
The odd man out felt better when I assured him that there would be no popcorn or soda at this get together.
"You two are sleeping down here tonight," I told Camber and Cortlen at bedtime, tossing their blankets and pillows on the family room floor. "Together."
The screams of torture could be heard in Antarctica.
"Watch it," I warned, "Or next you'll be sharing a room."
This was one party that I didn't have to supervise. The muffled screams of indignation assured me that the event was a big success.
"MOM! TELL HIM/HER TO STOP LOOKING AT/KICKING/PINCHING/THREATENING TO PINCH/HITTING/SNIFFING/FLICKING/GROWLING AT ME!"
The incessant pleas for intervention lasted (and when unanswered) for almost two hours, during which time I remained cautiously optimistic that I would not lose my temper.
It has been quiet now for 15 minutes.
I'm not sure who feels more punished--my kids or me.