R8 and R3 are going to daycare this week.
R8 actually likes to go, he has a lot friends that go and has he always has someone to play with. I don't mind because he doesn't complain about being bored.
R8 asked if he could bring his Nintendo DS and ALL of his games. Normally I say yes to the DS and one game. One game only.
I have put his name on everything. And I do mean everything. The DS, the games, the stylus, what ever he brings has his name. First and last name. Printed on a label maker from work so his name is very clear to read.
But at some point he lost his wall charger, only to lay claim to another, which he is no longer allowed to bring. He lost a game, only to have the owner check every DS at the daycare to find it.
Hubs and I had a very long talk with him about bringing all of his games and the consequences that would follow if one came up missing.
I would like to say R8 did great job. But I would be lying. He did great the first day. But the second day, not so great! He lost a game. Well actually R3 lost it for him.
So the boys are grounded!
He says he put it up and some how R3 got a hold of his game case and took one game out and threw it across the room. Now they can't find it.
R8 is not allowed to bring his DS for the rest of the week. Nor is he allowed to watch TV before going to be. R3 is grounded from watching DVDs at night. This should be a great lesson in patience for Hubs and myself. I'll let you know how it goes.
R8 has accepted the responsibility that he didn't take care of his things and didn't even pitch one fit y'all. Not one. R3 well he is just that 3. He doesn't have a game system I can take away or a favorite toy, so the DVD player it is.
I hate having to ground my boys. But I want them to learn responsibility. I want them to learn how to take care of their belongings.
I hope as they grow older, they remember how it felt to be grounded. Most of all I hope they learned from the lesson.
Oh, gotta go, Hubs just reminded R3 no TV and thus a full blown body thrown down crying fit has taken place in the hallway.
The joys of parenting, aren't they wonderful?