Trying to discipline my little terror is often quite a challenge. In fact it’s down right hard. Timeout isn’t always a place that he goes willingly, which is a shame because I would maim a puppy for a few minutes of quite time. I wish someone would put me in a corner and tell me not to come out until I’m told to do so. I’d even take a pow-pow on the hand before being sent to the naughty chair. But alas a three year old has no way of understanding the value of meditation time. So we (my wife and I) are left with the task of dragging a flailing, crying, bundle of crazy bent on not giving up without a fight to his punishment. Here’s how the last incident went down between the wife and Devin:
“You’re hitting? I think you need a timeout.”
“Noooooooooooooo! I don’t want a timeout!”
“Well you need one because you were hitting. Let’s go.”
“Noooooooooooooo! I don’t want to! I hate you mommy!”
“That’s not nice Devin. Now sit down, and shut your mouth.”
By this point the super-sized tears are flowing and the fake coughing has started. My wife walks away after setting the timer. The coughing continues and the tears are like rivers. The coughing is a warning sign. I look at the wife, she looks at me, then on cue the Devil pukes. Yes, when he gets riled up he pukes. This time we were lucky because he caught it in his hand, and it wasn’t too much. Other times we are not so lucky and we end up having to change sheets or scrub carpet.
The problem with this is that you never feel like you got your point across when in the middle of disciplining your kid you end up cleaning up puke. It’s like you lost a battle that you were sure you were going to win. Parenting can be so nasty sometimes.