I have no system. I am systemless. I am a mom without a system. And I’m only just learning this.

The other day, someone at school asked what system I use to punish my children and I was like uh…punishments…hm. System. Well.  Sometimes we do time outs? It works, but they don’t normally need it. And a couple of times I took away Sage’s doll for the night. And uh… does “turn off the iPad, it’s homework time” count as a system?

The woman looked at me like I was an anarchist. An anarchist raising children in a craven, lawless, God-forsaken household-gone-wild. Next thing you know, they’ll be running the house. We’ll be painting the walls rainbow colors, adopting rabbits, and holding playdates in which we pierce their friends’ noses with a needle and a block of ice. Continue reading →