This afternoon, Caleb broke a rule and had to spend some time on his bed. I set the timer so I would remember to let him get up. I was washing dishes and helping with homework and sort of supervising children in the hall and answering the phone and talking to my youngest about his zebras and dinosaurs. He was only on his bed for five minutes. The timer went off, and I called out, “Caleb, please come here.”
When he came to me, I smiled and said, “What did you do that was not a good choice?” And inside, I was saying to myself, Please, please know what you did because, for the life of me, I sure cannot remember.
He remembered. Whew.
Please tell me you also sometimes forget why you put your children in time-out.
At least, I did set the timer so I remembered to allow him to get out of time-out.