Being the mommy to three little miracles has turned me into something I didn't forsee.
Now, I'm not talking like, yelling just for yelling's sake, but nonetheless, I yell more.
"Why?" you ask.
Because, when I'm chained to the couch, feeding Oliver, Henry and Spencer kind of... go nutso. It's funny. I have tried book reading, and whatnot, but they are determined. They know I'm stuck, and they take advantage.
Take today for example:
I was nursing (duh) and I see Henry streak from the kitchen and down the hall. I caught a glimpse of a VERY large stack of paper plates in his hand as he ran. I sighed. I knew it would be bad.
So, I say, loudly, (because he's all the way in his room) "HENRY! Bring those back now!"
LOUDER, "HENRY! NOW!"
Yelling. "HENRY GET YOUR TUSHIE OUT HERE NOW OR YOU'RE GOING ON TIME OUT!"
And viola. He appears. Plates confiscated. Problem solved.
See? So, since I can't get them to listen to me, they run away, I have to yell. I can't go to them, get down on their level, blah blah blah (don't tell Supernanny I "blah blah blah'ed" her methods, okay?). I can either ignore the bad behavior entirely, or yell.
So, I yell.
Maybe, I'll be able to figure out a better way to keep them from getting into stuff when I'm indisposed... then I won't have to yell.