I Might Be a White Girl Buuut....

Last night I went full on ghetto on my child. It just came out of me. And it was so natural I couldn't even stop it. I didn't lay a finger on that boy, but I waved it, wagged it and pointed it so much I didn't even have to. Because as I said on Facebook this morning, I scared the white right out of him. Let me give a little background before going any further. Kenny has decided that he's grown. And when something I say is unacceptable he lets me know in a very vocal way. It's his attitude and the way he talks to me that gets him in trouble most of the time and I usually send him to his room and will discipline if need be. It's also been increasingly frustrating to hear what an angel of a child I have over at the neighbors all day but when I get him home he's whiny, rude and cranky. So last night a light switch went off in my head.  I honestly can't tell you what exactly it was that made me snap. But I looked that boy in the face and said " BYE. YOU can go to your room!" at which point he started crying. But I had no sympathy left. There was no guilt, no remorse of any kind. Once he made it into his room I started cleaning. Not in the, oh let me take advantage of this time I have and clean" way, but in the "I'm so mad I'm either gonna kill em or I'm going to clean". So I cleaned. I vacuumed, scrubbed the kitchen, the bathroom and even mopped somewhere. I was so mad I can't even tell you if it was the kitchen or the bathroom but out of the two, one of them got mopped. And when I was done cleaning, I went into his room where he was still crying and said: "YOU need to get it togetha boy, because I'm all done. If you can mind Granny, if you can respect her, you gonna start mindin me. You hear me?" His eyes were wide and he nodded in agreement. " You gonna get that behind in bed and you gonna stay in that bed. And I betta not here you playin in here!" My finger was waggin and I'm pretty sure I said everything through clenched teeth and with just enough snarl to drive my point home. And boy did I drive it home. I think he was afraid to move for awhile. But it worked. I woke up to a child who immediately started using his manners and who was oozing with respect. I'm all done explaining things to this kid. He can either obey or he's going to bed. But I'm not having this attitude anymore. No 3 year old is going to boss me around and just get a talkin to. All. Done. Wit. Dat.