Showing posts with label Cheeky. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cheeky. Show all posts

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

The sky isn't blue; it's red!

I've got a six year old who is always right.  Apparently, I don't know anything and he knows everything.  In his six years of life so far he has acquired more knowledge that I could ever possibly have.

He has got more knowledge than me of some things.  For example, he knows the names of every single character from the Super Mario and Sonic Wii games, he can work every electronic device better than I can,   and he knows every superhero and the power they possess.  I admit that I don't know these things.  My husband once tested me on the names of a few obscure superheroes and I'm ashamed to say that I didn't know any of them.  I also extremely gutted as he told me that he'd give me £50 if I could name them.

But I do think that my knowledge base is slightly larger than my darling sons.

I do happen to know that the sky is blue (or grey as the case has been these past few days).  Now, he will attempt to argue with me about this point.  The conversation goes a little something like this....

Me: The sky is blue
Z: No it's not, it's red
Me: But I can see that it's blue. What makes you say it's red?
Z: Because I know.
Me: How do you know?
Z: Because I know everything.
Me: Oooookay then!

He is the type of child that has got an answer for everything.  It doesn't matter what I say, he will say the opposite.  He's a nightmare to argue with because he is totally convinced that he is right.

A friend of mine once said that he will be a managing director of a company one day as he's got the gift of the gab.  Either that or a politician....

As he's getting older he gets more and more cheeky.  It's constant Why's and No's for everything.  I can already see the teenage years looming.  I'm so not ready for this.

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about the Terrible Twos but these are a doddle compared to putting up with the nagging, argumentative sixes.  There's lots of stamping of feet and slamming of doors these days.

Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this?

I thought it got easier as they got older.  It does in some ways but it also gets a lot more frustrating.  They push me to the limit and then just as I'm about to break down and start sobbing in the corner, they tell me they love me.

Parenting is a tough job and it has challenged me in every way imaginable, but it is so worth it.

Monday, 13 August 2012

Up to mischief again

I got home from work at lunchtime today and as soon as I walked through the door I could sense that there was mischief in the air.  You've been there right?  When you can't see anyone but you know by the noises from somewhere within that there are little people up to no good.

Boy was I right.

I wish I wasn't.

My father had kindly looked after them for me to work and they had run him ragged.  Shouting, screaming, nagging and fighting had been the order of the day.  Needless to say he didn't stay long after I got home.

I made them lunch while they ran around the garden and got themselves covered in mud.  I can cope with that.  They are boys after all.  The noise levels were high and my tolerance levels were dropping fast.

After lunch I put the little one to bed and went upstairs to do my ironing, leaving the older two boys with the threat of bed if they didn't behave.

All was quiet for a while and I was enjoying watching Come Dine With Me while working my way through the mountain of ironing.  Then, about 30 minutes in, they started fighting.  I went downstairs, shouted at them to behave and went back to my ironing.

I appreciate that a day stuck in the house is boring for young boys, but sometimes it just can't be helped.

I must have gone down about three more times in the next 10 minutes to tell them off.  They were jumping on the furniture, taking all the photos off the shelves and fighting in between.

I could feel my blood pressure rising each time I went to speak to them, and all I got in response was cheekiness.  I was desperate for bedtime.

I told them that they were having a bath and going straight to bed after their dinner.  More cheek!  They don't listen to me, and just answer me back.

The baby got up and joined in with his brothers nonsense while I slowly banged my head against the wall  tried to regain some control.

I carried through with my threat and sent them straight upstairs after they had eaten.  No treats, no DVD, just bath and bed.  They shouted, they cried, they begged to be able to watch a DVD.  I said no.  They cried some more.

They ran around upstairs, naked, refusing to listen to me, yet not understanding why they weren't getting any treats.

I put them to bed and they were still making demands.  There was no way I could back down as I needed to show them I was in charge (I don't think I believed that any more than they did).

Hubby came home in the middle of all this and went up to see the older two.  I was happy to leave him to it all, but then I could hear "mama, mama".

I went up to see my smallest boy and this is what I found.

He's a cheeky little monkey, but he always makes me smile.  He is definitely following in his older brothers footsteps!

I'm linking up to A Strong Coffee for Mischievous Monday