Photo taken 4th Jul 2010
I just read Dinah’s blog about how Ashley was trying to push the limits yesterday and here I am, writing a post of the same topic of what happened just an hour ago.
Today was a long day, I only manage to get off from work at 8pm after rushing some last minute work for my demanding boss. So by the time I went to MIL’s house to fetch them (they have swimming today, so MIL fetch them from school and send them for swimming), it was already pass 8pm.
Then I went to eat something and in the car I said, “I think I’m gonna order soup for dinner”.
All of a sudden, Faythe just blurted out,“NO Way I’m gonna drink that soup”
I was shocked that she was so rude, when I weren’t even asking her to drink as MIL told me she had 3 bowls of soup with rice at her place for dinner.
So I snap at her and told her, “Faythe, that is very rude of you to say such a thing. And I didn’t even say you have to drink it. It was meant for me”.
She kept quiet.
And throughout the dinner, she kept complaining about how unhappy she is with the sunday school, and how much she misses her old sunday school, she’s so bored, she can’t do this, can’t do that, yada, yada, yada non stop.
You see, I recently switch church to the one my brother is going and she doesn’t like the Sunday School there. So she’s trying her luck every other day/week to tell me how bad it is and so forth to convince me to go back to the previous church.
After a long day at work, I seriously have no patience to listen to more sunday school stories. In the end I told her, “Faythe, it’s very simple. I choose the church we go to, and you just have to follow. Please stop complaining as that’s not gonna make me change my mind”.
She still yada about her Sunday School and pulled her long face.
And I told her, “I change the church because of certain reason. And I do it for a valid reason, and I hope you understand that. If I could arrange to go back to the previous church I would, but we just have to deal with the time arrangement, which the previous church can’t provide, so we gotta move on”.
She had her long face even longer by then.
When we got home, I quickly shower and told them to get ready for bedtime story. It was already 10pm.
Before I went downstairs to put the laundry into the washing machine, I specifically said:
“Kids, please get ready for bedtime story. Faythe, please keep your paper dolls and when I come up I don’t want to see them lining up and you are still playing them OK”.
At that time, Vyktore followed me downstairs and helped me to bring the laundry basket up after I empty it, while I run some final errands and off the lights.
When I went upstairs, guess what….
She did keep her paper dolls, but she put it on the bathroom scales instead of in her room!!
And she pretended that she kept it, until I hinted, “Is that place for putting toys?”
She shook her head.
“Then, why is it there? Do you want me to put them into the dustbin?”
“OK, then you better go keep it where you supposed to keep”.
She quickly took the stuff and put in her room.
Now the next thing that cheesed me off was she was holding this old scarf of mine and swinging it around. And swung it on Vyktore.
I told her to put it back, for 3 times she refuse to listen.
She was still holding on it and swinging it.
I gave her my last straw…
“Faythe, tonight there’s no bedtime story for you. Enough OK. I asked you to keep your toys, after 2 reminders then you only do it. Now I ask you to keep the scarf, I have to repeat 3 times, and yet you are still holding it. Why are you still holding it? Are you listening or not?”
I was quite upset already at that time. Not only because she’s not paying attention to what I say, but also she’s paying attention on things that she’s not supposed to. If you ask her what’s on TV, she can tell you what program appears after what. Amazing right!! But when I ask her what did you learn in school, the answer is NADA..the same thing. What thing? Err……can’t answer. I gave her a pep talk when we got home earlier because of her memorising all the TV program timing instead of remembering about her school stuff.
I ignored her and began bedtime story with Vyktore.
Her tears started rolling and she kept saying, “Mommy, I want bedtime story”
I still ignored her and continue reading story book for Vyktore.
She pleaded, I think at least for 4-5 times that she wants bedtime story, with me continue to ignore her.
Yes I’m mean when I really want to punish them, if not they will take things for granted. But the soft spot is still there.
After finish storybook with Vyktore, I got ready to sleep and we got into this conversation:
Mommy: Faythe, do you know what mistake you do just now?
Faythe: Never keep my toys properly
Mommy: Never listen. Never listen to what I say!!
Faythe: Nodded. Yes Never listen *can see her tears rolling*
Mommy: Next time, when I tell you someting, you better listen and then go do it. Don’t make me repeat and repeat so many times. I give you the chance, and yet you never appreciate the chance given, that’s why I want to punish you tonight and no bedtime story for you so that you know I mean it. When I say it, I will do it. Don’t think that I’m playing with you. You also Vyktore, better listen.
Vyktore: Must put back the toys at the correct place!! *he’s very pandai to repeat my words!!*
Mommy: Yes!! And why must keep the toys?
Faythe: Cause we got no more kakak…
Mommy: Yes!! And who is the kakak now?
Faythe: Mommy, Vyktore and Me
Mommy: Yes, so please don’t mess the house, if not you will have to help me to clean it
In the end, I gave in to her and she had her bedtime story. But I told her this is the last time.
“Moving forward, if you don’t listen, then there won’t be bedtime story. And if you suddenly say pang sai or poo poo whenever you talk, I will minus the star. And I will do it!!”
And they both nodded.
I always make it a point to make them understand why I gotta punish them so that they know what they’ve done wrong. If not it will defeat the purpose. Now that they are bigger, reasoning and more explanation works better than waving the rotan and beating the door.
Not easy to be a mom huh…