Kids and parents can often butt heads. What starts out as a simple request to clean a room or put away clothes, can turn into a power struggle and once a power struggle begins, it can be hard to put an end to it.
You don’t want to back down and your child has dug in his heels and feels he has no other options but to keep digging them in. What’s a parent to do?
Instead of having the situation continue to escalate, introduce the concept of a Clean Slate Pass.
Long story short, I stumbled across this website late last week called Peek. It’s a new user testing platform where you submit your blog/website URL and a real person will visit your site, record a five minute video with their first impressions, and then it is emailed to you. For free.
One of the many great things my parents taught me was how to cook. From the age of 11, once a week I was responsible for finding a recipe, ensuring we had all the ingredients (and adding them to our weekly grocery list if we didn’t), cooking the meal, and cleaning up afterwards.
I remember being in that kitchen, feeling like Cinderella and my parents were the meanest parents in the land.
You’ve used it, I’ve used it. It’s an innocuous three letter word, a word we’ve all used at one time or another. Yet these three letters are the biggest cause of, or continuation of, arguments because it is the word that negates everything you've said previous to it.
My husband and I have now been married 15 years *insert applause here*
In the grand scheme of things we are still in the baby stages of our marriage. I’m knocking-on-wood, we’ll be doing the old person shuffle dance–which bears an uncanny resemblance to the way we dance now–at our 60th, 70th, and 75th wedding anniversaries (although that last one will make us well into our 100s, so realistically, we’ll be sitting.
Listen, I know I’m not going to win any fans with this, but if you want to be less stressed and enjoy your mornings more, try getting up earlier. And I don’t mean waking up earlier, being in complete denial, and trying to fall back asleep. I mean actually getting out of bed.
When Adam was a toddler, he was diagnosed as having severe allergies to all nuts, eggs, shellfish, wheat, dairy, and strawberries. That was the day carrying an EpiPen (epinephrine auto-injector), reading food labels, asking about ingredients, and always being vigilant about the food he came into contact with became a part of our lives.