‘There’s nothing to do.”
“What am I supposed to do NOW?”
“That’s no fun, that’s boring!”
All these things (and more) were said to me when my son got his electronics privileges taken away. Cell phone. Nintendo Switch. Gameboy. Access to my laptop. Television.
For over an hour, there was whining and wheedling and crying and screaming and yelling and attempts at bargaining and eventually . . .acceptance.
I have a whole slew of ideas of things to do:
- Board games
- Card games
- Paints and markers and colored pencils
- Spirograph and paper
- Raking leaves
- Baking cookies or brownies
- Going for a walk
- Going to the park
- Riding bikes
- Reading a book
- Writing a book
All of these were deemed unsuitably boring and some of them (admittedly) were not feasible as it was beyond dark outside. However, after the overinflated protests of injustice died down, there was an interest in baking cookies, which may happen later in the week. The request to make fresh lemonade was granted with some guidance given in the kitchen and then a shower and off to bed.
Perhaps the next few days will become less boring and I’ll get some new artwork or creative gifts to display.