The few weeks or so have really been extremely! tiring. I really can’t blame anybody except myself. I had one of my oh-so-brilliant- stupid ideas and it is turning out wonderful not so marvelous. Kind of on a personal challenge, somewhat to prove a point, and disguised as a way to keep the house cleaner, I moved the boys into one bedroom, making the other a “playroom.” Yeah. I am thinking that might of been a mistake. Maybe.

The problem is not the space in the room. Plenty of that! It’s not even what one might typically think of a sibling shared room with lines drawn and constant fighting. Actually, as so common with my boys, it is the exact opposite. It has been one big fun fest in there. A perpetual Lord of the Flies - with them organizing revolts against the parents.

I put them to bed, they get up. I put them back to bed, they throw pillows. I put them back to bed, they sneak in to the “playroom” and bring toys back into the bedroom. I go in to check on them; they are jumping on the bed. This has been going on for hours Every. Single. Night. During this time, I have tried taking toys away, taking privilege’s away, rewarding positives, sitting in the room, sitting outside the room and so forth. I even tried a method I saw on Super Nanny. Nothing seems to be working. All that we have accomplished is some great brother bonding and 3 very tired and cranky family members.

I am aware that any kind of change like this will obviously require an adjustment period. Hubby thinks the novelty will wear off and they will settle down. I am starting to think not. So, I am asking you. Do you have any creative ideas that might help or have worked for you? I won’t hesitate to get the super glue out…

*Reasons WHY I am torturing myself with this will be posted tomorrow

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