I’ve been a mean mom today. How, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you.
~ I made Jonathan do both the drill sheet and the worksheet from his Saxon math lesson today.
~ I made the kids listen to a “really, really” long chapter out of The Greenleaf Guide to Famous Men of the Middle Ages – and then, I had the sheer nerve to ask them questions about what I had read. I considered reading a second “really, really” long chapter, but I thought that might be pushing a bit past the limits of matriarchal mean-ness.
~ I told my daughter that she could not ride her bike while listening to her MP3 player, because she wouldn’t be able to hear oncoming traffic, or her mother frantically yelling, “Car! Car! Don’t you see that car?!”
~ I didn’t give Noah “just one more chance” for his computer turn that he lost yesterday as a result of a behavioral issue.
Hmm, I’m sure if I thought a while I could come up with a few more examples. I’m a “really, really” mean mom.