On Wednesday, I had my kids slaving away in honor of my WC guests....Pammi and Jo.
Jay was too busy for such things. Because she wasn't home for more than 10 minutes, she didn't have to lift a finger all day.
So, Savvy and Auzy were the ultimate Cinderellas -- and I, their wickedstepmother.
Somehow they tricked me into letting them work together. They were pretty good helpers at first. But, after repeating over and over that I needed clean house and quickly...it started to get a little old for them...errr...everyone.
After a while, whatever task I gave them--ended up in a wrestling match. I would referee, tell them to get cleaning, and run to do another chore.
At one point, I heard Savvy gasping for air. I ran to see what the issue was.
Auzy had her pinned to the stone, cold tile floor--with his elbow in her neck.
{Picture an all-star wrestling move.}
"Auzy! What in the world are you doing? Let her go!" I said.
"Hey. She never gave me an "I message" to let her know she didn't like it," he replied, still having his elbow pressed to her throat.
"An 'I message'?" I asked.
"Ya. Mrs. K (school counselor), talked to us about bullying today. She told us that if we are being bullied we should use an "I message" to let the bully know we don't like what they are doing," he answered.
"Let me get this straight. As the bully of your sister, you feel entitled to receive an "I message" before you will stop hurting her?" I asked.
"Yup," he answered.
"Okay. I will hurt you if you don't get off of her NOW!" I replied.
Jay was too busy for such things. Because she wasn't home for more than 10 minutes, she didn't have to lift a finger all day.
So, Savvy and Auzy were the ultimate Cinderellas -- and I, their wicked
Somehow they tricked me into letting them work together. They were pretty good helpers at first. But, after repeating over and over that I needed clean house and quickly...it started to get a little old for them...errr...everyone.
After a while, whatever task I gave them--ended up in a wrestling match. I would referee, tell them to get cleaning, and run to do another chore.
At one point, I heard Savvy gasping for air. I ran to see what the issue was.
Auzy had her pinned to the stone, cold tile floor--with his elbow in her neck.
{Picture an all-star wrestling move.}
"Auzy! What in the world are you doing? Let her go!" I said.
"Hey. She never gave me an "I message" to let her know she didn't like it," he replied, still having his elbow pressed to her throat.
"An 'I message'?" I asked.
"Ya. Mrs. K (school counselor), talked to us about bullying today. She told us that if we are being bullied we should use an "I message" to let the bully know we don't like what they are doing," he answered.
"Let me get this straight. As the bully of your sister, you feel entitled to receive an "I message" before you will stop hurting her?" I asked.
"Yup," he answered.
"Okay. I will hurt you if you don't get off of her NOW!" I replied.





