Every night, it’s the same story. At 9pm, I start sending kids to bed. At 10, I start spanking. At 10:30, I realize they are all back downstairs in the kitchen.
It’s a very bad habit that has developed because of E. He is seriously underweight, just slightly above the anoerexic stage. As a result, he is in constant need ofcalories, which meant that on Dr’s orders, we were filling him full before bed each night. And of course, everyone else has joined in.
Mom: Are all of you in the kitchen at 10:45 again?
Silence then after a few seconds, renewed whispering, rustling, and chewing
Mom: It’s not meal time. You have 5 minutes to put away your mess and get to bed.
Silence as no one moves
Mom: Seriously, 5 minutes and you’d all better be out of the kitchen or you’re losing 2 months worth of allowance.
E: “Oh CRAP!” And then, a streak of light from the loft, down the stairs, and screeching into the kitchen, careening into the fridge.
How much can he cram into his mouth in 5 minutes? More than I realized. Much much more.
(Coincidentally, he is also now taller than R and getting very close to catching me. But half my weight.)