Book Boy has been trying my patience all day. I won’t even go into the many ways he has been doing that.
After he, Little Sister and I returned from the grocery store, I told him to brush his teeth. I know he didn’t do it last night or this morning. He said “No!” as he headed into the bathroom to do it.
I got distracted with putting the groceries away and collecting dirty laundry for a few minutes.
I saw that he was back in his bedroom, and asked if he had brushed his teeth.
“Yes,” he said.
“Let me smell your breath,” I told him.
He complied. His mouth didn’t smell especially bad but it really didn’t exactly smell minty fresh, either.
“BB, did you really brush your teeth?”
“OK, if I check your toothbrush and it’s dry, you’re spending the rest of the day in your room!” (Crap. Did I really say that? Yes, I did, and you know what’s next.)
“Mom, my toothbrush is dry.”
I just closed his bedroom door. Later I brought in his homework packet (he’s on spring break) and told him to clean his room when he was done with that. Amazingly, he did all of his homework with little complaint, and he also cleaned his room (though I haven’t yet checked to see what kind of job he did).
If he did a good job cleaning his room, I may let him out for the rest of the evening. But not before giving him the “I spoke before thinking” speech, lest he think that he’s “getting out” because he asked …
Anybody else ever threaten punishments worse than you mean to? What do you do when that happens?