Yesterday I was chatting to a friend and was saying I was at my wits end with Emma and Ben. They don’t seem to take me seriously when I shout and at the moment I feel like a little bit of a doormat, with the commands and orders.
I asked her if she ever gives her children a hiding and she said she only ever had to do it once. She has a wooden spoon, called Mr Wobbles, which if ever she even makes reference to, they stop what they’re doing and behave.
So I thought I’d try it with Emma and Ben. I drew a sad face on a wooden spoon, because Mr Wobbles doesn’t like giving smacks, and introduced him to my children. I explained that in future, when talking has failed, he’ll come out and give them a smack on the bum.
They asked if I’m being serious or ‘play-playing’. I said I’m as serious as the wood Mr Wobbles is made of. They asked me to demonstrate how hard the smacks would be but I said no, it’s only for when they misbehave.
I left them for a little bit while I got their baths ready, hoping the information would sink in, and the threat of a hiding would in itself change things.
When I went back to see what they were up to I realized I hadn’t introduced Mr Wobbles with enough conviction.
Emma had turned a few of our spoons into Mr Wobbles’ and Ben asked if he could take him to school!