That’s what I told them, and it could be a huge parenting mistake that I’ll regret later, but I’m tired of the bickering. This morning they were at each other’s throats – Jackson pestering the tar out of Jeremy and Jeremy angrily annoyed by his little brother’s antics. It’s entirely mutual, and we’ve tried a number of things, from conversations and lecturing to discipline and isolation.
Today, they are single children. They could be tomorrow as well. I split them up and they aren’t to talk to one another. Harsh? Maybe. Last resort? Yes, today it is. But I’m willing to try anything to get these two to stop fighting over the most petty and meaningless things. They are together all the time, all day, so perhaps being separated today, all day, will created a renewed desire to be kind.
Or maybe not. Keep your fingers crossed.
P.S. When I told them they aren’t to talk to one another, to not even acknowledge each other exists, you should’ve seen the look on their faces. The shock alone gave me a glimmer of hope.
I hate to be a debbie downer but my two boys still pester each other to the point of trying to make them not talk to each other, they are 13 and 11. If you find something that works please do tell because some days I’m at my wits end.