I don’t have a ton of rules that I am really draconian about. We have the normal ones: no hitting, no biting, no spitting, stuff like that, but in general I wouldn’t consider myself a very strict parent.
Of course, I do have a few things I am strange about.
I don’t let my family wear socks if they have holes in them. That drives me insane. We have a bazillion socks and there is no reason to wear ones with holes in them or ones that don’t match. I can accept it if other mothers do not share my sock neuroses. Your kids can wear whatever they want and it won’t bug me too much. I probably would never even notice if your socks were mismatched or moth-eaten, but it cause for a rule around here.
Another thing that I won’t allow is eating in the bedrooms. Eating in bed is gross. I was in the hospital on bedrest for 41 days, and I had to eat every meal in bed for a month and a half. I hated it the whole time. Crumbs in the bed render me unable to sleep. Since I am the mom here (and my mom always lied and told me I would get to be in charge when I was the mom) I say nobody eats in the bedrooms.
I also don’t allow food in the bathrooms, but that rule is rarely challenged.
So you can imagine I was alarmed today when Ian kept trying to smuggle fistfulls of wheat thins back into his bedroom.
When I reminded him that we don’t eat in the bedrooms he burst into tears. I couldn’t figure it out until I realized he was saying “picnic”.
Ian had seen Shane and David (and Fido) on “The Upside Down Show” having a picnic earlier today and he had gone into his bedroom and put his blanket on the floor and was trying to sneak crackers back there to have a picnic.
Of course, I got a different blanket and had a picnic with both kids in the living room. You know, the room where food is supposed to be eaten.
But still, if we get ants or roaches back there (I am actually kind of glad it is Winter right now) I am holding Shane and David responsible.