How I have managed to have good kids and yes I do smack my children..

Many of my non fifio friends which come to think of it is all of them can’t believe what good kids I have given that I do this parenting gig on my own for four weeks at time on my own with no ‘father figure’ to resort to. And without blowing wind up my backside I have good kids. They are good, happy, respectful and don’t really push the boundaries but I believe it’s a combination of many things. Discipline, good diet, good routine, good communication and well they are naturally good boys. Many of my friends think I’m a hard task master that I’m too tough on them but when we compare kids (if you can do that ethically) well I think mine speak for themselves.

So how do I manage when the ‘father figure ‘ is away? Well first of all husband and I are on the same page when it comes to discipline that is essential and I do believe in oh gosh wait for it…smacking we will get this issue out if the way first up..there is a time and a place for it. I don’t care what anyone says. I use it as a last resort and as a threat. It’s a consequence and a boundary. I will also just clarify. I only smack my children on the hand or on the back of the thigh and if I’m honest I have only ever smacked them on the nappy (the sound is worse than the smack) and I haven’t had to smack once out of nappies ( this is usually around two and half  years old if you have your babies out of nappies before two well done to you) because 1. they don’t need one and 2. they are old enough that thet are starting to understand communication and consequences i.e.you behave that way you miss out on takeaway on Thursday night. Smacking should be your last resort you should try talking, time out what ever your discpline stragey is before a  smack. I can almost tell you every smack I have given my children there have been that few because I have other methods in place.  I will smack if after three attempts of plain reasoning it becomes a consquence. I will smack there hand with a firm no if they continue to want to play with the electrical switches. Or and I have done this only once that my boys have worked them selves in to such a state that a smack is all that will bring them back to reality. I believe in only one smack if its required. Anymore than that and you don’t have control of the situation and you need to drop tools and just walk away for a minute. Your the parent. Simple.

My other biggest pieces of strategies ( and yes I do call them strategies nothing works out without prior planning ) are routine, diet and good communication. I have a strict routine and whilst you need to be flexible with children I will vary little from my set routine even if we are on holidays and when daddy is home. Part of their routine is jobs they start having chores from around three years of age. By chores I mean putting away laundry, picking up toys and doing dishes. It’s essential that they help me to keep this house running. We have a really good diet with a kids allowed to have takeaway once a week. We don’t eat fried food or a lot of red meat. I try to grow as much food as we can and we eat organic when we can. We don’t eat out much, we have take away once a week; to give me a break, and will always eat as a family at dinner, always.

Then there is communication its essential for the boys to know that they can talk to me. Being on my own I can getting pretty busy so there are two times in my day when I sit a chat to my boys without fail. The first is after school we will sit down and have a after school snack the boys will tell me about their day and second is bedtime. I lay with them each for as long as they need me after bedtime story. My boys are in bed by 7 and asleep by 8pm. It’s at this time I ask if they have anything they are worried about. We also allow them from a young age to make decisions of their own within boundaries. Sometimes they suffer a consequence and well they learn from that other times they are rewarded.

So what do we do when the ‘father figure’ returns from a swing? Well he fits in with us our routine and he will always check with me first. He doesn’t try and step in a be the head of the family there is two of us in that regard and this works for us. This is what works for my family. After all as a I tell my boys its my job to raise super heroes.

a fifo wife {me: date night…}

Its date night. Its been ages since we had a actual date night. We normally spend a full day together child free on a Thursday when all the kids are at day care and school but now I have the shop open on a Thursday’s we are having to make a change.

Its different during the day we sort of just lounge around doing nothing just enjoying each others company, catching up on bills, housework and I guess come to think of it we don’t really sit down to chat except over lunch so tonight I’m just a little bit nervous excited.

I remember I use to love first dates (in my single days) they where always so much fun. I always saw it as an opportunity to make a new friend no matter what. Do you have any advice for first dates?  I guess if I was my 23 year old self again I guess that’s what I would say ”be yourself’..hmm I just have to remember who that is again..lol

 

xxD

a fifo wife {Me: First act of kindness humilation = determination}

So I tried my first act of kindness yesterday well it did not go plan at all in fact humiliating is the word I would use but on but now on reflection perhaps a little more determined to spread the love. Here’s how my search for the warm fuzzy feeling of kindness went.

I was in Woolworth’s at the checkout and Id had a little bit of a yuck morning and I noticed the young girl behind the checkout was looking like she was feeling the same way. After all standing on ones feet for hours on end, scanning endless amount of items, listening to the occasional jibber jabber of a customer is well in my books one of those jobs that’s up there with the stop go persons at a road works, you often wonder how they can do that for hours on end but its a job and it needs to be done. So I grab two chocolate bars instead of one; I pay put the first chocolate bar in my bag to savour for my morning tea and the I give her the second one.

This is for you too have for your morning tea I told her. She looked at me confused. Then I could see her thinking “what is going on..is this a set up..is it poisoned..is she hitting on me?’ That look of confused then started to look like terror. I could see her scanning me.. looking at me my ring finger (why do women do that) trying to place me did she know me and had forgotten me. She then gives it back and says to me I cant accept this. Needless to say I was little shocked. After all she was a grown women (well all of 23 I think) not a child I was trying to scoop in to the back of a van. Oh? I stammered I was looking at her as she grappled for an answer..we cant accept gifts from customers..I smiled I was embarrassed my first act of kindness and I was rejected. I ran out of the store humiliated I was rejected by a stranger doing a act of kindness. Something nice..this is not how it gets told on Oprah, I couldn’t freaking believe it.

So I got back to the car and I sat I had to think about what had just happened. I was on the verge of tears, I was humiliated. The warm fuzzy feeling of doing something nice for someone it hadn’t happened. I was so looking forward to that warm fuzzy feeling. I needed it. Sitting there humiliated, disappointed and feeling so foolish it dawned on me that perhaps kindness, looking out for our fellow person is now so foreign that to do such things is considered just plain “weird’ and well that made me sad but the more I thought about it the more determined that we should make more of an effort to be kind, be nice to one another. My sadness and disappoint has now turned to determination.

I tell my husband and in between the tears of laughter as he imagined the fear that this girl had of an older women hitting on her he tells me why don’t you just stick to giving away the fruit off our trees..

Well that’s simply not good enough however on the plus side of that little RAM disaster I had two chocolate bars that morning for morning tea..

xxD