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NO EATING IN THE LIVING ROOM, capiche?

“No eating in the living room.”

This is not just a rule… it is a life truth.

Like sunsets and sunrises.

Like Pumpkin Spice lattes in the Fall.

Don't eat in the living room via @jennyonthespot
There are a few exceptions: popcorn on family movie night and the very occasional dinner in the living room. But let’s be honest, folks. Eating on the couch is no fun for anyone… Where do the drinks go, how do you balance a plate to cut, say, a piece of meat, etc, so on, and so forth.

I say it again… NO EATING IN THE FRICKIN’ LIVING ROOM.

Yet… THE CHILDREN ARE ALWAYS EATING IN THE DOG-GONE LIVING ROOM.

*stomps*

I honestly don’t know how it happens. My daughters are ninjas of eating in the living room. Except, they leave evidence of said eating in the living room EVEH.RY.WHERE.

I turn around. Orange finger tips are the first give-away. As I look further, trace evidence is everywhere… from crumbs on faces and floor and monitor surface… to FULL-FREAKING-ON PLASTIC WRAPPERS OF CHEESE STICKS.

THIS IS A HOME NOT A DUMP.

There was a day recently where I cracked. First I threatened that if I ever found evidence of eating in the living room again… NO FOOD FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!!!

The threat was bogus. We all knew I would never do it. So I talked myself down from The Ledge of Irrational Threats and did something else… I made the girls write sentences.

I will not eat in the living room via @jennyonthespot
Poor little Lucy. She’s not the fastest writer in the West. Or East for that matter. In my rage, I assigned her 50 sentences. After 45 minutes passed and she had 20 sentences written… I reduced it to 25. The other 5 are on another sheet.

She threw away her first five sentences because, “They were messy.”

*blink blink*

I can’t even understand my children. It’s almost like my plan backfired and it became a writing craft or something.

And then Olivia…

I will not eat in the living room via @jennyonthespot
She also threw away her first 10-or-so sentences… because they were also too messy.

*blink blink blink*

And then she proceeded to dot every.single. “i”… with a heart.

When I asked why she took the time to dot every “i” with a heart she said, “I just can’t help it.”

Even in their disobedience, and even though I love them to the tippy-top of all the love there has ever been or ever will be… they endear me more.

Writing sentences as consequence via @jennyonthespot
As hard as I try to be mad at them… they ruin it.

Every time.

This happened a few weeks ago. Was this strategy effective??? It seems this did the trick. (!!!)

For now. Never say never-ever-again, but now at least the girls are running a tight ship… especially as it applies to big brother. He missed out on the fun of that day, but the girls are definitely making sure he tows the line as well.

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5 Responses to “NO EATING IN THE LIVING ROOM, capiche?”

  1. Ashley Smith says:

    I think you need a TV in the dining room 😛

  2. Jo says:

    My last name as you may or may not know has an “i” in it and when I sign my name (as in my signature, like on a check) I always use a heart to dot the “i”. Cuz, well, I can’t help it, either. 😉 xo

  3. Remy Hornsby says:

    That “I can’t help it” is just too adorable! I completely understand the rule though, and might steal that image at the top. I’ve never seen a kid eat on the sofa and not spill or drop something.

  4. Lena Eivy says:

    This is too funny. I have the same problem with my daughter. No matter how many times I remind her that we eat at the table, she is invariably sitting on couch sharing a muffin with the dog! AGGGGG! When I snap, she just looks at me with her pretty blues and says she sorry – I melt and we both end up eating a muffin on the couch cuddling. Not the best role model, I admit 🙂

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