That is what Big Girl just called me about half an hour ago. You see, about an hour ago, I sent the girls up to brush teeth and pick up the toys they’d left on the floor. There weren’t a lot, so when I heard them fooling around, I figured that they’d done what I’d asked and they were just jumping around and being silly.
When I went upstairs, I discovered that they were not in their room (which was fine) and that they had not picked up a SINGLE TOY in their room (which was NOT fine).
So I calmly got a trash back and started picking up for them. *wicked grin*
You have to understand that lately they have been completely ignoring me when I ask them to do something. So I decided that actions have consequences (actually God decided that) and that I’d show them some consequences.
Among the toys to go into the trash bag were their very best and favorite lovies, Baby and Brown Cinderella Bear. We cannot go on a trip without them. When we were being packed, Brown Cinderella Bear was accidentally put into a box, and we had to go to Target at ten o’clock at night to buy a substitute (which has been given down to the next cousin born since then). We have had near-hysterics over not finding Baby in time for bed.
Needless to say, when Big Girl stated, “I think I left Baby downstairs,” and I answered, “No, I think she’s in the trash now,” immediate zero-to-sixty hysterics ensued.
Little Girl snuggled up under the covers and smiled up at me sweetly. “What about Brown Cinderella Bear?” she asked. “She’s with Baby.”
I calmly stated that we’d discuss it more in the morning, that my mind isn’t made up. I kissed them both, repeatedly informed them that, no, I still love them (that is a first!), but that they have to pay the consequences. “We’ll talk about Baby and Brown Cinderella Bear in the morning.”
And so I am now The Meanest Woman in the World. And I guess I will remain so until the Big Discussion tomorrow.