Being the kind, loving mother that I am (ah, hem)...I judge my kids' activities by the "stitches factor." That is...how many stitches a particular activity is likely to incur. Some mothers ilicit the "scream factor," and I will soon be implementing this measure into my parenting skills as well. Though I've never been nominated for mother of the year, I certainly do my best to make sure my kids are still alive at the end of the day.
Usually we sport the minivan, but we needed to rent a car for our little vacation. And now my poor daughter has been inflicted with the pain of sharing the backseat with her two siblings. Needless to say, the stitches and scream factors have increased significantly over the past couple of days. My kids have learned that not only can THEY reach each other (and inflict pain and torture), but I CAN REACH THEM...causing an automatic flinch response in each one of my children's behavior the instant I remove my hand from the steering wheel.
I am not proud of my actions, but I do look forward to the day I can reclaim my position as captain of the minivan-mom-mobile! (Hence, taking that extra precaution necessary to make sure my children are alive at the end of the day!)
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That's a great motto jeff.
ReplyDeleteFor the next week, I think I may have to use this same mode of thinking... Nieces can get stitches too right?
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I am here in Utah to finish this "who's the better friend to Erika" battle!
Are ya ready to rumble? lol
Ooooo, oooo, ooooooooooooo. We ya'll 'rumble', please video it for me, paleeeeeeze?
ReplyDeleteROFL! I know that flinch!
ReplyDeleteOh my god, thank you. I need that chuckle.