While the Dad is out...the children will play.
We took our Chinese guests to a casino for lunch today. What used to be a cheap buffet is not so cheap anymore. Than everyone but the Chinese and myself proceeded to dump quite a bit more than we spent on lunch into various machines and tables. I did spend $1. I found it in a machine. I didn’t win.
I have to help my wife out a bit more this week so I did stop by an ATM. Pretty slick that the casino gives out $100 bills instead of a bunch of $20’s. That way, if you want to just play a smaller amount you have to stick the larger bill in or wait in line to get change. It helped me resist any temptation I might have been feeling.
After work I picked up the kids from my parent’s and we went home. I had promised to take the guy I’m training to see a coworker play in his billiards tournament this evening. The kids usually do pretty well on their own so I left. I called home halfway through and they weren’t doing so well. My oldest daughter was completely flustered after chasing the younger two around the house. They kept locking themselves into various rooms and weren’t listening to her at all. Of course she was chasing them, undoubtedly using excessive force once she did catch them and that just fed the flames.
I lectured each one over the phone with very specific threats to the little ones and also explained to my oldest that she was more of a messenger than a warden. If they didn’t listen to her then it was my job to get after them and not hers. I called one last time as I left the hotel and asked her to just “inform” the little ones to get ready for bed.
When I walked in the door, the living room was in shambles. The little two were buried in a pile of cushions and pillows suspiciously matching my rather barren and uncomfortable looking couches. I barked a few orders about getting ready for bed and asked if their sister had instructed them to do so. They said “yes” and continued to laugh and play.
Without having to lay a hand on either one, they did go to bed and put the cushions back on the couch. The house is a mess again. Mr. Squidgee and Cashmire are sleeping high up in my closet tonight. There were many tears as my children fell asleep. I just hate that.
It was much easier to ground their stuffed animals then the actual children and soooo much more effective. I’ll have to remember this one.
Fej
I have to help my wife out a bit more this week so I did stop by an ATM. Pretty slick that the casino gives out $100 bills instead of a bunch of $20’s. That way, if you want to just play a smaller amount you have to stick the larger bill in or wait in line to get change. It helped me resist any temptation I might have been feeling.
After work I picked up the kids from my parent’s and we went home. I had promised to take the guy I’m training to see a coworker play in his billiards tournament this evening. The kids usually do pretty well on their own so I left. I called home halfway through and they weren’t doing so well. My oldest daughter was completely flustered after chasing the younger two around the house. They kept locking themselves into various rooms and weren’t listening to her at all. Of course she was chasing them, undoubtedly using excessive force once she did catch them and that just fed the flames.
I lectured each one over the phone with very specific threats to the little ones and also explained to my oldest that she was more of a messenger than a warden. If they didn’t listen to her then it was my job to get after them and not hers. I called one last time as I left the hotel and asked her to just “inform” the little ones to get ready for bed.
When I walked in the door, the living room was in shambles. The little two were buried in a pile of cushions and pillows suspiciously matching my rather barren and uncomfortable looking couches. I barked a few orders about getting ready for bed and asked if their sister had instructed them to do so. They said “yes” and continued to laugh and play.
Without having to lay a hand on either one, they did go to bed and put the cushions back on the couch. The house is a mess again. Mr. Squidgee and Cashmire are sleeping high up in my closet tonight. There were many tears as my children fell asleep. I just hate that.
It was much easier to ground their stuffed animals then the actual children and soooo much more effective. I’ll have to remember this one.
Fej
posted by Fej at 10:51 PM
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That is so sweet, grounding their stuffed animals. Very sweet indeed.
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