Ok, so I am tired. So I have time at 3 in the morning to watch Grey’s anatomy Season Two. So I have a life outside of my three kids that includes church……I can handle it right?
Yesterday was church and I am still recovering. I teach the 6-7 year olds in primary( AKA Sunday School). We had to combine with the 3-5 year olds. UHHHHGGG! Doing the math there were fourteen children in the classroom. One of these children was my own sweet, gentle, kind, Thing 1. Who hadn’t had a nap. And was trying to sit in his seat for more than three minutes.
Midway through the lesson he started yelling "NO!" in a freakishly loud high pitched scream. I looked at him and asked him to kindly stop. Followed by "That hurts the kid’s ears". His response was to scream louder and more frequent. I pulled him from the room (exactly what he wanted) and had a firm talk with him. Pulling him back into the class room I started teaching again. He started screaming again.
Here come the threats.
JD:Scream again, and I am going to find your father.
Thing 1: Yeah, I want DADDY!
JD: Scream again, and I will have to put your trains away.
Thing 1: Ok, you can do that.
JD: That is it sit on my lap I have to hold your mouth for you.
The children in the class room: Just ground him for three weeks!!
And then he screamed again………..
That is when I had had it. I just looked at him and I said absolutley nothing. I was dumb founded. I couldn’t even pull out the "I am serious" arrow out of my bag. I had nothing more. He had won fair and square. Exhaustion had conqued his reason, obedience, and logic. For me it conquered rage, warfare, and I didn’t even have the energy to get upset. I just chuckled and kept on teaching.
He didn’t have trains when we got home. I told him he could try again next church day to get those back. I guess I will be exploring the theme of public discipline of tired children until then.