lalasmama
10-10-2012, 10:48 PM
Dearest DD,
I'm 33yo. You are 8. I've been a parent your whole life; longer actually, since your cousin lived with me before you were born. There is nothing you will get away with that I didn't already attempt and/or do when I was a child your age. Also, the mama next door? She's been a mama for longer than I am and we mamas stick together.
So, when I hear you playing in bed at 10pm last night, it wasn't just me that knew it. You were hitting the side of your bed against the common wall.
What? You didn't think I knew you were playing? Well, sweetheart, I knew you were playing. I am your mama. I know everything. So did next door. Because she's a mama. And I really don't like being told that your noisy playing was so annoying that they couldn't watch TV. [My words, not theirs. She's a good, understanding mama. Point remains the same--DD was playing, hitting their wall, and making noise enough that the son, 20 feet away, through 2 walls, could hear her.]
So, DD, you've had a hard day. Your mouth hasn't stopped yammering for anything--not while you were pooping, not while you were eating, not even when you were attempting to do your silent reading homework. Oh, I wasn't supposed to hear you jabbering away during your "reading" time? Well, dearest child, you need to SHUT YOUR MOUTH if you don't want me to hear what your head is saying. Otherwise, I hear it all, even when you think you aren't talking out loud.
In closing, sweet, overly tired DD, you are in bed 30 minutes early. If me, the neighbor mama, or the neighbor son hear your flip-flopping, hitting, and/or playing, I will believe that you need more sleep, and we can move your bedtime up some more. And we will continue to do it until you are the happy, joyful, non-stream-of-consciousness-yammering kid I remember.
Signed,
Yo mama, who will ALWAYS know what you've done before you've admitted it, so long as you are shorter than me!
I'm 33yo. You are 8. I've been a parent your whole life; longer actually, since your cousin lived with me before you were born. There is nothing you will get away with that I didn't already attempt and/or do when I was a child your age. Also, the mama next door? She's been a mama for longer than I am and we mamas stick together.
So, when I hear you playing in bed at 10pm last night, it wasn't just me that knew it. You were hitting the side of your bed against the common wall.
What? You didn't think I knew you were playing? Well, sweetheart, I knew you were playing. I am your mama. I know everything. So did next door. Because she's a mama. And I really don't like being told that your noisy playing was so annoying that they couldn't watch TV. [My words, not theirs. She's a good, understanding mama. Point remains the same--DD was playing, hitting their wall, and making noise enough that the son, 20 feet away, through 2 walls, could hear her.]
So, DD, you've had a hard day. Your mouth hasn't stopped yammering for anything--not while you were pooping, not while you were eating, not even when you were attempting to do your silent reading homework. Oh, I wasn't supposed to hear you jabbering away during your "reading" time? Well, dearest child, you need to SHUT YOUR MOUTH if you don't want me to hear what your head is saying. Otherwise, I hear it all, even when you think you aren't talking out loud.
In closing, sweet, overly tired DD, you are in bed 30 minutes early. If me, the neighbor mama, or the neighbor son hear your flip-flopping, hitting, and/or playing, I will believe that you need more sleep, and we can move your bedtime up some more. And we will continue to do it until you are the happy, joyful, non-stream-of-consciousness-yammering kid I remember.
Signed,
Yo mama, who will ALWAYS know what you've done before you've admitted it, so long as you are shorter than me!