It's official. Santa is NOT coming to our house this year. And this makes me the meanest mom in town.
The kids have been on one lately. And I do mean on one. They cry about everything, make a mess of everything, they whine anytime they are asked to do something (clean, brush teeth, do homework, get pj's on, eat, go to bed - pretty much everything!), and they refuse to help with anything. And I just won't tolerate it any longer, cause I have had enough.
So while the kids were starting WWIII about having to clean up their bedrooms and the toy mess downstairs, I got on the phone and called the North Pole. Santa was very busy, but he knew exactly what I was calling about and sadly added the kids names to the naughty list. He was sad that he couldn't come to our house this year, but he understands that such measures are necessary. I kindly thanked him and hung up. By the time I was off the phone with Santa, the tears and whining of cleaning up had made way for dead silence, but quickly went to tears of blame, frustration, and anger once they realized what was happening. Because of course they could hear my side of the conversation from the top of the stairs. And they heard it LOUD & CLEAR.
Here's to hoping this works....and here's to hoping I have the strength to follow thru if their behavior doesn't improve.