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routine.

so here’s my question:

how do you get a routine to BE routine?

I like having a routine. I like for things to run like clock-work. I like to have a plan for the day and know what’s coming next. supposedly kids do better with this sort of thing in place.

but here’s the deal… NO ONE else in my family appreciates this. therefore, me, implementing any sort of routine, is heinously EXHAUSTING. OMG, it’s so much work. I understand that some work is to be expected. we are dealing with human beings, after all, not robots. but GOOD GRIEF, it never gets any better! I fight and fight and fight with them to get them to do what they are supposed to do when they are supposed to do it, and I eventually give up. because it sucks. because it never seems to improve. because I’m the only one who cares. because just when we seem to have things kind of sort of going somewhat in the direction I want them to go, and something changes. we have a new activity, or there’s a vacation, or even just the weekend, and it derails EVERYTHIING.

ugh!

I’m tired of feeling like a nag. I’m tired of yelling. I’m tired of being stressed out and LATE all the time. I’m tired of chores not getting done. I’m tired of trying to make stuff work.

it’s the chaos theory, live, in action, living in my house. everything reverts to chaos when left to it’s own devices. I’m tired of chaos, but I’m even tired-er of trying to tame it.

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  1. DON'T GIVE UP!! You and David are in charge. The kids realize you will give up, so why on earth would they want to change? Set the routine, set the consequences and stick to it. They will learn pretty quickly that you mean business. 30 days of bringing the hammer down is worth your mental health for the rest of your life. And you will have to treat them like robots for a while. The only two words my kids are allowed to say when I tell them to do something are "yes mom"' if they want to argue with me, they get a one way ticket to their room. Good luck!

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