Sloan, who usually is required to have an hour long “rest time” in his room had a few, shall we say, attitude problems today. When it was time to come in and he threw a lovely five year old tantrum, I upped his room time to an hour and a half, which prompted a melodramatic drop to the floor and great heaving sobs. He then kicked a chair over, which led me to up his room time to 2 hours. Which prompted more wailing.
He has a penchant for drama. I don’t know where he got that from. Ahem.
As I put Tia to bed I heard his mournful cries and genuinely felt bad for him. The kid is so much like me that I know how painful isolation for two whole hours would be.
When I came out, I gave him a hug and explained to him that his attitude and actions have consequences. He nodded. “I’m sorry mom that I made that bad choice. It wasn’t wise to slam the door and kick the chair.”
After I picked my jaw up off the floor, I agreed with him and told him I forgive him. Then came the kicker…
“Mom, I really don’t want to spend 2 hours in my room. I just really wanted to come out after an hour and spend time with you because I love you and I like to be with you.”
So I lowered the room time to 1.5 hours.
I know, I know… I’m a pansy.