I was home with Benjamin and his phlegm today. I took the opportunity to catch up on folding and distributing laundry about the house… so up the stairs we went. First stop, Benjamin’s room. Then Leah’s. The picture above is what I walked into when I opened the door to Leah’s room.
Felicia uses a great phrase that I now completely understand: RAGE BLACKOUT. There are no finer words to describe how I felt standing in that tiny bathroom. I’m sure I owe her royalties – I’ll gladly pay. Perfect.
Leah was told she had to clean her entire bathroom Cinderella-style before she could go to sleep. She also had to pay for the wasted deoderant ($3). As an attempt to make amends, she brought an extra dollar down to give to me. I told her that I didn’t want the extra dollar – $3 was fine.
“But, Mommy, the extra dollar is because you are the best mommy and I’m really sorry.”
“I appreciate that, Leah, but money doesn’t always fix things.”
That was a moment.
I believe that she is genuinely sorry, but I also believe in consequences. I’m pretty sure this lesson was learned with some elbow grease, repaying for lost product and a hug when it was all complete. But man this stuff makes me tired.
And wondering what’s next.