Enjoying the joys of parenthood, today we send the twins into a time out for the major tantrum both of them had at the grocery store.
They just discovered super heroes, Spider Man, Batman et cetera, mind you they are still heavily into Paw Patrol. We all go into the store, after a while the three boys return each holding two items, toys and some cookies thing with Spider Man on the package. "PAPA/DAD can we have this" followed by the biggest please I've ever heard in my life.
I look at them I simply say no. They ask three more times, I said three times no. My husband returns, and mind you all he's old school, even more than I am. He was born in the Soviet Union (Ukrainian Soviet Socialist Republic), the boys turn to him and ask him. He just looks at them and said. what did Dawizz said already? Did he say yes? Or NO!
The oldest understood that it was a lost battle and made a tactical withdrawal. Not the twins, oh boy, each time they asked louder and louder if they could have whatever they had in their hands, my husband had enough. He took the items from their hands, and put them on top of a shelve and started walking, the boys let out this huge wailing, like they had been hit by the belt or heavily spanked or something, big tears rolling down their cheeks, and loud crying sounds. Of course all eyes were on us, whispers and what not.
After maybe three minutes, my husband dials for an Uber and tells me to take it back home, he is taking the kids home.
Mind you all the boys know that the "nuclear option" is open (spanking), and that it has already been deployed more than once. My husband was super mad, he was swearing, I think he was, in Ukrainian or Russian, both are very similar and to me they sound the same.
I finish buying the groceries and taking the Uber back home, what do I find when I enter the kitchen, my hands full of bags and what not? Two little sniffing and softly sobbing boys standing on a corner holding on top of their heads a small notebook. I see the oldest watching them, he's on "guard duty" in part because he was part of the "rebellion" He is like "hi papa" my husband is getting dinner ready, and tells me that the "rebels" are on a 2 hour time out, with small 5 minutes breaks, 1 hour standing without the notebook on top of their heads and 1 hour standing with the notebook, with breaks long as 5 minutes every 20 or so minutes. With a special "permission, week end pass" to eat dinner and after that back in the corner.
After all that I had to get the kiddos ready for bet and comforting the twins and telling that I hoped they learned their lesson et cetera. They went to sleep sniffing and what not.
I asked my husband what was what, he just looks at me and tells me that they wear crying because he took all their toys and put them inside the play room and locked it with the key and told them that for the rest of the weekend they would not be able to play with any of their toys, except for paper and crayons. He did not spank them FYI.
Oh the joys of parenthood. And now I'm enjoying a nice glass of Red Wine while my husband cleans the kitchen and gets ready to join me in bed. |
