Day two wasn’t that eventful and thankfully not painful. I did forget to mention a moment my son asked, “What do you want me to make for dinner tomorrow, Mom?” Translation: If I cook dinner, can I watch TV?
I said, “How about you cook up an apology for your dad?”
“Really? Did it involve begging to have your consequences removed?”
He did apologize. That’s a great start.
Day three: today. The kids seem to be fighting less already and are taking time to bond with each other, like looking at road kill. I came home today and when my boys should have been home, they had wandered off together to look at a dead cat, after which they described it in great detail. Yesterday it was a dead rat right in our cul-de-sac.
This no TV thing might be a terrible idea.