We have three simple rules in our house. Literally, three rules. Just like SuperNanny Jo Frost recommends. They are:
1. Be considerate of others.
2. Be respectful of our house and belongings.
3. Focus on what you are doing.
The kids are most familiar with Rule 3. Dilly dallying while getting into your carseat? Rule 3! Taking a coloring break when you're supposed to be putting on your pajamas? Rule 3! Throwing rocks into the sewer instead of following me back to the house? Hit 'em with a Rule 3.
I think I should carry around a yellow flag in my pocket and learn to hurl it right into the center of the action. Maybe we could have instant replay so we could finally see who started the yogurt fight. Because they have their loyalties, and they're not to me or Ryan.
(I should point out that I have gotten up twice for more milk and checked Facebook three times during the course of writing this. Rule 3 for Mama!)
Anyway, I don't know if it's helping or not, but it has added to the teenager-style eye rolls and exasperated sighs coming out of my almost five-year-old. Depending on the time of day and my blood sugar/caffeine level that is either really hilarious or makes me want to drive straight to Nebraska for some Baby Moses Law action.
All this to say, there are two more weeks until preschool starts. The one-hundred degree temperatures don't appear to be letting up anytime soon, the water in the pool is warmer than the kids like their bath, and we are all really, really cranky. Especially me. Especially since Hurricane Irene canceled my plans to return to my old town for a day to work on a paper with Dr. Advisor. It's enough to make me want to eat by flashlight at a Wafflehouse in rural South Carolina (ahh, fieldwork, have fun guys!).
I give my college kids an assessment on Wed and Fri and all I have to do is sit there in that quiet, freezing room for an hour and I can't believe how much I'm looking forward to it.