Parenting fail - my plan backfired

My Saturday morning routines have changed over the last 3 Saturdays.

You see, I joined Weigh-Less. Yes, that's a topic for another post because I still weigh exactly the same, two weeks later.

Moving on.

So these days D & I dress the babies and then I leave him to feed them breakfast while I quickly drive 2 km down the road, go get weighed, text Julia and then I drive back home.

I then rush in, collect Connor and off we go to gym. At 8:45 for a 9:00 class.

I'm not sure what you're like but I really hate nagging my kids.

Connor, do this. Connor, come here. Connor, that's 1... It's exhausting and all I think about is Charlie Brown and how his teacher's voice just went wah wah wah.

As an aside, doesn't Connor look like Charlie Brown? We've always thought so and one very fine day I will throw the two of them a Charlie Brown and Lucy party :)

We need to get hardcore with the 123 magic again but I've been putting it off because it is just So Loud when we get to 3 and he goes into time-out.

But I'm getting there...

So this morning, I rushed out to Weigh-Less, told Nanny S who came to work for a few hours this morning (we were supposed to have a friend for brunch but it got cancelled) to have Connor ready at 8:45 and off I went.

Well, the WL lady had to try and encourage me a bit (she feels bad I haven't lost any weight) so I was a little later than 8:45.

I walked in and Connor is still in his high chair eating fruit.

That means he is at least 5 minutes from ready - finishing, wiping hands and mouth, brushing teeth, (usually) wiping a spill or two off jeans and then getting him strapped in the car.

I start rushing them but both S and Connor just took their own time.

Then I said in a very scary fake calm voice, "Connor, I am leaving in a minute. Get your hands wiped NOW otherwise I'm leaving you here"

He carries on (and so does she, waiting for him) doing his own thing, chattering away.

I count 1, 2, (no sign of movement) 3, turn around and walk out of the house.

And off I went to gym without him.

I thought he was freaking out and throwing a tantrum because I left him so thought, "should I go back?"

Then, "no!!! he's got to learn I mean business when I speak".

All the way home I was preparing my speech (you all know I like to give little talks to the kids).

Well, I arrived home, said to S, "did Connor freak out when he saw I left him?"

She says, "no, all he said was, "Connor not going to gym today with Mummy? Okay, Connor stay with S and Kendra".

And that was that.

Parenting FAIL!

Are you hardcore with your kids? Or do you nag and nag? Or do you have kids that actually listen? 

If you're in the 3rd category, please share your tips!!!