Slowly Slowly

We are making some progress. I feel like I haven't yelled anywhere near as much as I had been. The house is staying somewhat tidy and the kids are doing surprisingly well at keeping their own spaces tidy and getting dressed and organised.

The hour after school allowing them to choose what to do seems to be a positive thing. They remember when their day is and often negotiate with each other to try and accommodate the wants of the other too.

They have finished school for the year now, so the next few weeks will be a challenge. With them being together 24/7 they often find things to fight and bicker over.

Progress Report

The last few weeks have been far from perfect, but, I think they have been better. 

I'm making a conscious choice to not engage in arguments. I make my request and let natural consequence prevail. We have had lost toys, missing shoes and half dressed children racing to the car as I back out if the driveway. 

Thursdays seem to be particularly trying. They can't seem to even make it into the car before the fighting begins. I'm not sure what the solution is. Last week in a moment of either immense genius or immaturity, I just turned the radio up loud enough that I couldn't hear them shouting at each other. It resulted in fits of giggles from them once they realised what was happening. 

I've only smacked Xavier once since my personal pledge to change, which while being once too much, it's a LOT less than was happening. 

As December begins, I hope I can remain cool, calm and collected. It's a busy time with lots happening. I want to make Christmas a time of love, family and joy. I want to begin, continue and create traditions that 30 years from now we will still be doing with my grandchildren.