It drives me batty to see kids jumping on furniture. I don’t know why, it just does.
I blame my nephews. I remember when they were teeny tiny (they are in Junior High and High school now) and I would watch them pull all the cushions off the couches and jump from couch to couch, couch to floor, floor to couch. It drove me nuts years before I had my own kids! Maybe that is why it is a major rule in my house. No jumping, standing, rebounding, flipping or tackling on the furniture. This rule also applies to beds. Absolutely no jumping on the beds.
I have give-them-an-inch-they’ll-take-a-mile kind of kids. If I let them stand on their own beds, they would start playing the trampoline-army-tackle-flying monkey kind of games. This is why I am so tough on this particular rule.
And because I am so nutty about this, it drives me crazy when I have guests over whose children think that my couch is the same amazing trampoline that they have at their house. Then the parents chuckle and say that “boys will be boys and that he is only five.” I wonder what my face looked like when his mommy said this to me! My guess is that my head was tilted left, eyebrows scrunched down and I had a very unattractive, forced smile.
I understand that I am somewhat rigid and that it is totally fun to jump on the bed/couch/chair! I was a kid once too! I just need to teach my kids that they need to respect the house and the furniture. When these rules are so deep in their brains, the idea of doing it at grandmas house, or the Queen of England’s house is absurd.
So, there is one exception to this rule. When we go on vacation, they can jump on the beds in the hotel. They love it!! They have such a good time and they feel that it is a privilege. I must say on this past cross country trip with six kids, it was very difficult to just let them be crazy and have fun. There were two new members of the tribe who were innocent bystanders on the floor waiting to get trampled by an older brother. After day three, the “only one brother on a bed and take turns rule” came into effect. Things were better and safer for everyone after that.
So the moral of this story are... have fun and jump on hotel beds as much as you like. And when you come visit me at my house... keep your kids from jumping on my couch and you won’t have to see that crazy and unattractive look on my face!
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