Forget EOE... I am an EOMM (Equal Opportunity Mean Mom). All three boys seemed to need some meanness from me yesterday. DS1 couldn't seem to keep his little hands to himself which resulted in me returning the favor. DS3 decided that he could use curse words which resulted in him tasting my new dish soap. Apparently orange dish soap doesn't taste nearly as good as it smells. DS2 thought the bunk beds made one HECK of a jungle gym. I love the boy dearly. He is my step-son so I can't exactly discipline him (his father doesn't care but his mother gets bent out of shape if someone makes the boy listen or shows her that yes he can listen). I asked him three times to stop jumping from the top bunk....to no avail. However, once it started interfering (the noise) with the OU / Alabama game, DH got a hold of that really quick.
This morning, DS3 cleaned his bathroom. He loves doing it and who am I to keep a childhood favorite all to myself? I didn't have any trouble with DS1 until just a bit ago when he got out the dominoes and then got mad and started hollering at DS3. DS2, you ask? Oh, he is banished to sitting on the couch doing nothing...the same kid that came and tattled on DS3 yesterday for using a cuss word, did it at the breakfast table. Gee, wonder where DS3 got it from.
I let the whole "boys will be boys" thing go on a good deal of the time. Boys are rambunctious, loud, and...well, my world. But I will ensure good behavior. Why? Because I am an EOMM.
