And I got a full night sleep for the first night in 3 without any child coming to my bed sick, wet, or scared.
That's it. I rant and rave, as of today the kitchen is closed at 9:15 p.m. and no more eating in the basement at all because there is not a responsibility taken by the children to eat at the bar and only at the bar.
The discipline will be no t.v. time tomorrow.
Rant and rave over. Everybody to bed!
The one somebody spoke up with a smile on his face, I did it! I look at him and he goes on to say, I ate the Cheetos in the basement. Moma I told the truth. (he wanted to get out of his discipline... by making the right choice and telling the truth)
So right now, because the truth was told, the 2 middle boys are vacuuming up the crumbs in the basement before they turn on the t.v. (grace) I hear the littlest brother telling the middle brother, "you're doing a great job!"
(All pictures taken last night on our drive. It was gorgeous out last night!)