I’m telling Mom!!! First of all, do you hear those words on a daily basis?
I don’t know how many times my wonderful children have been playing in their rooms and everything is going great. Mommy had about 8 minutes of quiet time (EIGHT WHOLE MINUTES). A little meditation time to do some Yoga (who am I kidding, I don’t do yoga). It is more like a nice quiet time to get nose deep in my awesome book The Cellar or maybe watch my favorite show, Gray’s Anatomy. Just as I am about to reach an intense part of the chapter or get to a really awesome surgery on Gray’s anatomy, I hear it, the always dreaded, never welcomed shrill of “I’M TELLING MOMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!” I may have of exaggerated with the “M’s” and exclamation points a little bit, but not by much.
I instantly perk up and run to my closet where I can be hidden by my mound of laundry. (I bet you guys think I am a slob). My house is totally clean. My Laundry, however; is OUT of control. I quickly squeeze my
fat ass into my little tiny, totally not walk in closet and duck my head for cover. Half of the time those crazy kids run around like little ants on a mission, screaming “MOM, MOMMY, MAMA” over and over again until they finally find me. Once found, I have to woman up and “adult”. I have to manage the situation and prepare them for the verdict which could go either way. It’s never a fun process. I cannot tell you how many times one of my kids run into my room to tattle, with the other kid right behind them screaming their side of the story. It’s a headache that I can’t get away from. Why children didn’t come with warning labels. I will never understand.
“WARNING: THIS CHILD CONTAINS EXCESSIVE GAS, SMELLS FEAR AND WILL DRIVE YOU
I guess if children did come with warning labels no one would have them!
My kids are smart crafty little bastards, they know how to work it. They know how to tell me what I want to hear, and tell me just enough to get the other child in trouble. Of course they never express their evil doings in the situation. It isn’t until I hear the whole story, they will finally fess up.
Today, as they were doing their chore of scooping up dog poop, I hear a scream, then a loud slap and (never welcomed) “IM TELLING MOMMMM !!” My son runs into the house to tell how his sister pushed his foot into dog poop. Horrible right? I mean what kind of sister pushes her brother in dog poop? I am super upset by this because the little turd himself came running inside on my perfectly swept floors with his poopy shoe still on his foot. I get up quickly and walk outside. Before I even reach the door, my daughter starts yelling her side of the story. As I hear it through, I begin to think I’m raising circus clowns rather than actual children. Turns out my son pushed my daughter first, as she chased him, his own foot stepped into the dog poop. He then proceeded to slap her arm before running in the house to tell me what happened.
As you hear that story what comes to your mind? I bet it is “THAT KID IS CRAZY”, if so, you are correct! He is hilarious and crazy all at the same time. He is our wild child. Every family has one. If you can’t figure out who it is in your family, it’s probably you!
As a result of that story, I have done some research on how to nip tattling in the bud. I will absolutely be trying these tips from the BabyCenter over the next couples weeks and will report back to my wonderful readers.
How to Nip Tattle Telling in the Bud:
- Check out the situation: Make sure no one is in real danger and everything is ok
- Don’t make the payoff: I really liked this one. If no one is in danger and it’s just your little child tattling don’t punish the other kid. That would just reward the tattle teller
- Raise the cost of tattling: This is brilliant! Raise the cost by adding extra chores or if money motivates your kids like it does mine, make them pay you a $1.00 every time they tattle. I know for a fact that would end my kid’s tattling issues.
In conclusion, teach kids what kind of tattling is ok and what kind is not ok. I will have a family lesson on this with my kids. Something absolutely needs to be done and needs to be done quickly before I check myself into an insane asylum!