In case you didn't know this about me, I sometimes practice questionable parenting techniques. You know, I am a firm believer of whatever works. Of course, I'm sure that this will come back to bite me in the butt at some point, but for that small moment of time when my children actually do what I say, it is divine.
Take today, for instance.
The boys and I were in the car on the way home from violin lessons. It was dark and snowing...again. My children have a very keen sense of when they can get away with very bad behavior because they know there is really not a lot I can do. (Prime example is when I am on the phone...but that is a whole other post.) Another of those examples is when we are in the car. It's so not fair. There are two of them in the backseat. There is one of me in the front seat...and I am driving a moving vehicle...in the dark and snow. My only recourse is to yell...until tonight!
Tonight, they were pulling their usual antics, which during regular driving is not TOO horrible, but in stressful driving it goes to a whole new level. So, instead of yelling, I calmly pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out my phone.
Me: Hello, Mr. Police Officer?
Noah: NOOO, Mommy!! I don't want to go to jail!
Me: My children are being very bad in the back seat and keeping me from driving safely. What do you suggest I do?
Backseat: dead silence
Me: Okay. Thank you, Officer. I will let them know. Goodbye.
Ryan: He can't take us to jail. We're only kids.
Me: The police officer told me that if I have to call him again because you are distracting me from driving safely, he is going to come and take you to jail...kid jail.
Don't judge me.