This may be why I was driven about nuts by my kids on this, the last day of Christmas Vacation. If I were teaching this year I would have returned to work today. Instead I answered the questions "What can we do now?" "Can I watch TV?" and "Can I play with the computer?" forty-seven times each.
I gave the following verbal answers:
- Play with one of your toys from Christmas.
- Play dress up.
- Read a book.
- Play with your brother/sister.
- I don't care as long as you stop fighting with each other.
- I don't care as long as it is not underneath my feet while I take down this Christmas tree.
- I don't care but stop using that whining voice.
- You can start collecting which toys you want to give to Goodwill since you obviously don't appreciate what you got for Christmas.
- You can get down off of the coffee table.
- You can put down that breakable ornament and go play upstairs.
I also came up with the following answers that would warrant a call to DFCS:
- You can play "everyone hides in their own bed for 3 hours until Daddy comes home."
- You can play "try to sneak into the house without using the doors."
- You can play "Mommy reverses the locks on the doors to your bedrooms."
4. You can play "shut the hell up."
I did not, of course, say any of those things to my sweet babies. But the thoughts made me laugh while I cleaned up poop and rearranged furniture and talked a 2-year-old into saying night-night to his stocking for 11 months. I take laughs where I can get them.