Sat the Little Fayoumis down with his homework around five. At 6, he was done with the first line of about 4 iterations of "Jj". 6:30 saw "Kk K|", only one and a half sets.
Tomorrow and hereafter, he shall only get game time/movie after
the successful completion of his homework. And if he doesn't get it done because it takes all afternoon, then no movie. I made that mistake today. I should have started him on his homework the instant he got his face washed from getting home, and I should have been there in the kitchen washing dishes and telling him to write every five to ten seconds, instead of being on the phone with swallowtayle
ironing out drama and trusting that he was doing his work like I'd told him to.
If I do not stand over him every second, he takes a horribly long time because he will not do it: he will sit there and play. If I do stand over him every second, he fidgets and plays and when I instruct him to stop playing, and start writing, everywhere gets itchy and he has to blow his nose and he will argue with me.
I had to count to three several times. I sent him to the corner. The wailing commenced. He did not feel that I was justified for sending him to the corner for not doing as I told him to immediately. He got a swat on the butt, and remained in the corner.
Swats on the butt are approximately as hard as a "gimme five" handslap, if not softer. They are also reserved for the big bad crimes. I feel that the not doing as told is becoming enough of a problem to justify the occasional swat, because it seems that nothing else is getting through to him.
I sat him back down and more defiance commenced. Corner again, and again with the wailing. He was headed for bed, as he always goes to bed when he cries. (Unfortunately, that's a nice cozy place with blankets and pillows and teddybears, and is perfect for crying something out when he's just tired and cranky, but no good at all for stopping crying quickly.) I directed him to stand in the corner. He pitched more of a fit because he always gets to go to bed when he cries. I ordered him to remain standing in the corner, and it was to this scene of domestic bliss that marxdarx
returned, wailing and all.
Oh, and did I mention that there was some dramabusting with swallowtayle
going on at the time?
I slipped in the west bedroom with marxdarx
and gave him a rundown on the situation, including the spank. He was taken aback, as the spank is reserved for the gravest of misdeeds. He told me that even though he was itching to take over the situation, I should carry it out, as I'd been the one there for when it started.
LF chilled down with the crying, and got sat back down. He was almost ready to write again when he started complaining about needing to blow his nose. I asked him if it was really a real actual booger in his nose, or just an excuse. He said it was an excuse. I told him to pick up the pencil. "But there's a booger in my nose!" "You said it was just an excuse." "But it's really a real booger! I hafta blow my nose!"
A paper towel was procured, and five minutes saw the extraction of that booger. I sat him down again, and there was another booger. A few blows did not get it out. I sat him back down, paper towel at hand, because I could easily see how this could get to be a production lasting half an hour or more. I had him try blowing his nose, then writing a letter. Blow nose, write letter. Blow nose, write letter.
This was working pretty well until he started crying with frustration at being incapable of getting snot out of his nose (in general, not based on my rules). marxdarx
took over at this point, and was informed as to when
he'd started writing this, which put the game in an entirely different ballpark.
Little Fayoumis does flinch sometimes when marxdarx
talks to him with that impatient/frustrated/angry edge in his voice. I can understand why, because an edge to the voice like that counts as yelling in this household, whereas Marx probably doesn't even notice it. I sometimes do that too, but I'm generally aware of it. I've just been in this household longer, and wasn't raised with too much of it. With me and Little Fayoumis, me raising my voice and speaking crossly at him is about on a level with a spanking from Mommy. Cross-parent miscues?
The other reason for the flinch is, of course, the guilty-jump. He knows full well that he wasn't doing what he was supposed to be, and he doesn't know exactly how much trouble he's getting in. Is he going to go to the corner, or just get warned about it? marxdarx
got him to get it all done, by dint of leaning over, coaxing, snapping, encouraging, scolding, giggling with, and prodding the entire time. Which is how it is.