I was given a “time out” by my pre-schooler last night. I can’t sneak anything by her anymore! Geez!
Daddy O. was commenting on the chaos I created in the kitchen in order to lovingly prepare a pasta salad with olives, carrots, cheese & salami. He was the one to clean it up, so I asked him if he would have preferred not to have such a delicious pasta salad. As I made that comment, I innocently gave him a swat on the tush.
My daughter had clear sight of my butt-smack, and almost instantly said, “Mom, no hitting. You get a time-out.”
Daddy O., enjoying this a little too much, said, “Okay Mama, it’s one minute for each year old you are.”
I replied, “Can I please have 30-some minutes of time to myself? Can I bring a book?” Can you say paradise?!
We compromised, and I was given a two-minute time-out in the corner. Daddy O. and big sister seemed to savor watching me as I served time as a consequence for choosing to hit.
Finally the oven timer buzz, and I was allowed out of time-out. I then gave Daddy O. a hug and a smooch, and told him I was sorry. I will try to make better decisions next time (or at least wait until the kids are in bed to deliver butt-smacks).
Have you been put in time-out by your kids? I’d love to hear about it!