So a Very Strict Rule in our house is “absolutely no way are we ever going to buy a nintendo x-box playstation anything,” for reasons which I documented three years ago in this post.
I will concede that he has mellowed out some, but as he’s calmed down, the Sniglet has picked up the emotional freakery, so there are still very compelling reasons for not allowing such a gadget into the house.
Now, I don’t clean the kids’ rooms for them, but I do occasionally take five minutes to tidy a bit so the job doesn’t seem so overwhelming for them, assess the situation so I can plan our upcoming move, and locate items that were pilfered for some project and never returned (I swear, I could buy a pair of scissors every day, and I still wouldn’t be able to find them when I needed them), etc. For the record, I am not snooping. I have many legitimate reasons to do this. And the other day I found a Playstation in one of Ignatz’s junk drawers.
So, last night after Tae Kwon Do, I asked him where he got it. He managed to save his birthday money, Christmas money, and allowance,* and he bought it last March. (See? If I were snooping, I’d have found it long before this.) I asked him what we should do now, and he said “sell it.” I noted that he did not seem too distressed at the prospect of having his contraband confiscated, and he said well, since I don’t come into his room all that often, he basically had unlimited access to it, and the shine wore off pretty quickly.
*shocker: I have never known him to hold onto money for more than half an hour. I can’t believe he saved up for three months to afford this.
Me: Agh. Ignatz, I can’t believe you did this. You knew it was against the rules, we explained our reasoning again and again…
He: I’m sorry.
Me: Actually, I don’t think you’re really all that sorry.
He: *sigh* You know me too well.
So how do I feel about this? We had despaired of ever teaching him to save money, and here he did it all on his own. But he broke a Very Big Rule. But then he learned that there is such a thing as too much of a good thing, a lesson we’ve been trying to teach him for years. But it was a really important and long-standing rule. But he spent his own money, and nobody was actually harmed by his actions. And he did apologize. Plus he made me laugh.
And I have to ask you, O Internets, because the thing (well one of many things) is, when he finds out, DrBob is seriously going to fa-REAK. I don’t know how to tell him. I don’t even know if I should. He has enough stress right now, and frankly, so do I. Dealing with a DrBob-volcano is not high on my to-do list. Plus he’s hardly ever home anymore, do we want to pollute our family weekend with recriminations? Is there a point in punishing Ignatz when he’s already learned the appropriate lesson? But there’s also a principle involved here, and we send the wrong message if we just let it slide.
So I don’t know what to do. Don’t know what to think. Ambivalent is not quite the word I want, since it implies both sides, i.e. two. There are more than two sides here. I’m feeling hexabivalent. Dodecabivalent. Omnibivalent.
Song du jour of the day: Y Tú Qué Has Hecho? by the Buena Vista Social Club