Time Out

In this politically correct age, where we aren't allowed to beat our kids, some fool came up with the 'time out'.  I guess this is the sensitive person's equivalent to standing in the corner, which I usually got after I had my ass worn out.  No, my parents rarely used 'time-out'. My mother may have taken some time out to sneak in the bedroom and have a swig of homemade muscodine wine while waiting for my dad to come home and whip his belt off with the speed of superman, and spank me or my sister.  If I got sent to my room, I knew it was to wait for  what was coming next.  My father always used a belt, big and leather. My mother, however, had a name for her weapon of choice, THE PADDLE. We, as children, were terrified of both.  A-N-Y-W-A-Y......Back to time out.
I have tried this method. I even purchased a sweet little hand painted chair with the words, 'Time Out' in pink and beautiful pink and blue flowers painted all over.  I have used the bottom stair. I have used a chair in the living room. I have tried everything! What it comes down to is this.  Every time I put my kids in time out, I forget they are there. Not sure how effective this is.