The Foorce

After a couple of weeks of no discernible schedule, it was time to help James get back on track. Just getting him on a track of any kind this morning was something of a challenge.

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James is in italics, I am in bold.

(Walking into his room after his alarm has been blaring for 5 minutes, turn off)

Hey, bud. Time to get up.

No, I’m going to sleep a little more.

No, you need to get up. What would you like for breakfast?

I just need to sleep more.

Sorry, James, you have to get up and get dressed now. You don’t want to be late.

(Screaming) You’re a bully! Stop bullying me!!!!

Quiet down. Strike 1 towards your ipod time this morning.

No! I’m not getting dressed! (Blankets over head)

Strike 2. James, calm down before you lose your ipod.

(No response, I pull his blankets off)

Get out – you’re being a bully!!! (Pulls blankets over head)

Not another word, James. Get up right now.

Bully!!!!!!!!!!!!

Strike 3, no ipod this morning.

No! No! No! You’re being a bully!

You have 5 minutes before I send in your father.

(10 minutes later)

Can I have 2 more bagels with cream cheese please?

Okay.

Thanks! And some more coffee? (aka warm milk with sugar and a touch of coffee)

(10 minutes later)

Okay, come get me after school. Okay, mom?

Okay – be a good boy!

Okay – I’ll be good. See you after school!  Give me a kiss on my cheek.

Bye, buddy.

Wait, you forgot my hug.

Okay, get going so you’re not late.

You’re the best mom! Love you!

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Clearly, we’ve got some work to do but he’ll be chugging along in no time.