We all remember what a "handful" my son Jackson is. Right?
Timeouts don't work.
Spankings are nothing to him.
Take away his favorite toy, he says he doesn't care and laughs in my face.
He's not even 4 yet. I've given serious thought to boarding school. I'm just not sure of the financial logistics unless I become a drug runner. And well, that's never a good idea.
So I introduced wall sits. Anyone who has worked out knows these. Also referred to as an "Iron Chair" by some.
Anyhoo, they suck. And when your four, they really suck.
About a month ago I was at a breaking point. The kids were yelling/kicking/hitting/spitting. And it wasn't even 8 am yet. I had just gotten back from boot camp and thought that making them suffer through a body weight muscle building exercise might just work. (You should know that my boot camp is almost always solely and completely and horribly filled with body weight muscle building exercises. Which I openly have a love/hate relationship with.)
Alivia, who honestly is hardly ever bad, has been perfect since with the threat of more wall sits looming over her.
And Jackson, well, he is still Jackson, but a Jackson who pays attention a little more and acts downright frightful a little less.
I told some other moms about this and they were excited. "Oh, that is such creative parenting." For real, I just want them to stop being bad.