I never would have guessed that I would be a yeller. I always thought that I was way too easy going to let things bother me and would always stay cool, calm and collected. I managed to get through Chase’s first year without yelling. An adorable little toddler boy smiling and laughing all day…saying Mama and Dada, what’s there to yell at?
It’s been about 4 years now since I became the yeller that I am today. I am not proud of it, I have just become aware that that is what I am. In my defense, I am pretty sure that all of my children are deaf so the fact that I am yelling all day long doesn’t make me feel too badly.
Things get done when I yell. I am beginning to think that maybe I should just START OUT each request in a holler, so that I don’t need to go through all of the agony of asking nicely the first three times. Something comes over me after asking nicely, and having it totally ignored…. a rage I can’t control.
This morning, I asked my son Chase to put his socks and shoes on for school. He said, “okay, Mom”, like usual and then five minutes later when I passed by his room, he was playing with some plastic animals without his shoes and socks. “Chase, pleeeeeez get your socks and shoes on…we need to get going to the bus stop and don’t want to miss the bus.” He chuckled a little bit and said, “oh yeah,” and headed to his room. One would think that he was completing the request that I had now made twice, but nope….another few minutes went by and he was still walking around the house with those damn plastic animals.
“GET YOUR SHOES AND SOCKS ON NOW!!!!” Apparently, I scared the crap out of him this time and he jumped a few feet in the air and began crying from being startled. He got his socks and shoes on and met me downstairs.
If asking nicely and talking sweetly would get my kids to do something I would do it. Heck, I am willing to sing song around the house with my requests….but that hasn’t worked so far. I am a yeller…and until they move out, I think I always will be.