Army of Mom

So this is how liberty dies ... with thunderous applause.



Pickle put off doing his Texas History work as long as he could and then had to bring home about a dozen assignments to be finished in two days. Army of Dad and I both ragged, hassled and fussed at this boy about it. We gave the "make better choices" lecture, the talk about how doing a little at a time is preferable to doing a bunch in a rush ... we did the whole discussion about how your work habits now prepare you for the rest of your life ... you don't want to wind up in a crappy job, your choices now will impact if you can get in the art program (we have a great one here at the technology campus) at high school (they select who gets to attend - you have to have good grades, good attendance, no discipline issues) ... anyway.

He told Army of Dad last night that he finished his work. *crickets chirping*

I get a phone call this morning from the boy. He had lied and the teacher made him call and tell me. I told him HE had to be the one to tell Army of Dad. *whimpering on the other end of the line* Can't you tell him, he asks. Nope, you get to tell him.

After school, his punishment for lying (and for putting off his work) is a list of chores around the house. First, he had to dump the nasty pumpkin in the compost pile, then dust the front room and vaccuum.

From the other room, I hear this:
Pickle: Hey mom, after dad gets done yelling at me, I have a question for him.
AoM: What is that?
Pickle: Where does dust come from?

Very matter of factly. I had to stifle a laugh.


  • At 7:45 PM, November 09, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    How stressful all this must of been for him.

    I never was all that good at starting and completing tasks either.

    Maybe, the prednisone or Hydrocortisone that I've been on all my life has something to do with that and not making excuses but ya know it just isn't the easiest drug even in replacement doses.

    I had chores anyway but I couldn't complete school things sometimes even if you wanted me to and then I would lose confidence and put on a good face even though at night I would stay awake with anxiety.

    WHAT did help some was the parents getting a list of my assignments for the following weeks thus they could help me stay on track by asking if I started things from the begining thus lessening the getting things done the two days or night before and then the teachers would write progress reports. To this day, I have to push myself to get going with some things or I just never get to it.

    Sometimes I just wish that parents could take pred or Hydro for a month. Mine took it and so did another and they had to stop.

    I know that your post was meant in fun but think about what I wrote and then you can delete it.

  • At 10:25 PM, November 09, 2007, Blogger Army of Mom said…

    Much of the stress was/is his own doing. By making a choice of putting things off, he makes it much harder for himself to accomplish things than had he been doing a small amount at a time. I chalk it up to learning as he goes. With enough positive and/or negative consequences, he will learn how best to get through life.

    I do try to help him keep up with his work, however, as he goes through life - as much I wish I could be there for everything - he is ultimately the one responsible for his choices. I can encourage, support and try my best to help, but he is the one who has to make the decision and choices. I don't want to enable him by breathing down his neck.

    I honestly fail to see how the replacement cortisone dose leads to procrastination, but I'm not in those shoes, so I have no idea.


  • At 11:00 PM, November 10, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I don't think I would have wanted to be Pickle on that end of the conversation, but he has learned a valuable lesson. I bet the next time he thinks about not telling the truth, he will think about this incident. This is something that he will take with him as he goes through life.

    Good Job!

  • At 1:43 PM, November 11, 2007, Blogger justbarely said…

    I think my favorite part is that dealing with your nasty old pumpkin was part of his punishment. Ours are still turning to slime on our front steps. I hope I don't slip on them when I'm hauling out the Christmas tree next March...

  • At 7:51 AM, November 13, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I happen to have personal knowledge of AoD... doing the very same thing only with ME staying up late to 'help' finish the project... I know AoD does love his kids and wants them to excel... meds need to be discussed and extra help given; however, without the truth a hand cannot be extended when needed....
    just saying,
    AoD mom


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