Every day, he tries to break me down. There are endless requests to play fortnite during school nights.
I refuse to break down. Just because he is not that busy right now and does have time on his hands doesn’t mean I approve of a change in the gaming time limits.
No gaming during school nights.
Gaming can easily become addictive.
I’m not giving in.
Let him do something else. ANYTHING else.
Having said that, I do make the odd exceptions. There have been times when the weather is bad, he has little or no homework, his chores are done, there was minimal arguments or negotiating…those times I don’t mind letting him go and socialize online with his hockey buddies.
I don’t see it as him wearing me down, but as me giving him an opportunity to rise to expectations.
“You’re done at 8 pm. No exceptions. Don’t begin a new 20-minute game at 7:50, I will make you die at 8 and I don’t care if you’re winning”.
(Make you die is fortnite lingo and has nothing to do with murder in the literal sense 😛 )
He’s doing it. Mostly. Sort of. I let him finish if the game takes another 3 minutes past 8…but I would not allow it beyond, say 10 minutes.
The point is that he regulates his own time. I don’t want to spend my evening running into the basement, or yelling down the stairs, with constant reminders to respect the time. If he doesn’t this week, I guess I may not be so quick next time to allow for an exception.
Last week I said no. He asked why I’m so strict. I told him he didn’t come off when he was told to the week prior, and I had to micro-manage him.
I hate that.
He hates that too.
But I don’t care. Let him rise to it. Like he did last night. He got off a few minutes after 8 and that was that.
“See, I knew you could do it”, I told him. “Good job for respecting the time limit.”
This, dear parent friends, is 13.