Time-outs serve their mommy purpose, I get a few minutes to go back to one. The kids get a few minutes to think about what they did. I figure it's better then whopping them to a inch of their lives, or beating them till they look pretty, or just beatin' their ass, all which my dad affectionately told all seven of his children- which he hardly did, he was mostly bark and little bite.
Don't get me wrong I got it, he gave it out, but if he did it as much as he threatened I'd probably be writing this blog from a a strip club or prison, because lets face it nothing fucks up a girl more then a daddy issues
I digress.
Time-outs are here to stay. When the tempers rise I have my go-to-place for the kids. A few minutes to get over ourselves, to think about what really matters and most importantly a few minutes to come up with a better solution to the problem at hand.
Now I am going for my time-out, I just got a gift card to a local coffee house for Christmas- HEY a mommy need a time-out sometimes too.
I totally hear where you're coming from. Heck, my kids are 19, 20, and 22, so now....I put MYSELF in time out! Because I want PEACE!! ;)
ReplyDeleteI do that all the time. I cannot tell you how often I forget about a kid in timeout. I'll get wrapped up in my chores or the computer and then hear a little plaintive voice asking, "Mommy, can I come out now?"
ReplyDeleteAlways makes me feel just a little sheepish.