Just a Minute
How about no, and we do it now instead?
We have a new problem.
Today we had an hour for her to have some breakfast of some kind, and put some clothes on and brush teeth. Then put a coat and boots on and kiss Dear old Dad goodbye and get on that school bus.
This should be loads of time.
I can tell you where that hour went. I did not go doing anything of the above needed that had to happen. Instead, she did….well, pretty much anything else.
These are some of the excuses I heard this morning:
This morning she had to give mommy all her stuffed animals
“Just a minute”, she tells me.
This morning she had to make a breakfast in bed menu for mommy.
“Just a minute”, she tells me.
This morning she had to look at herself in the mirror
“Just a minute”, she tells me.
This morning she had to go look outside at the weather
“Just a minute”, she tells me.
The problem is that all these minutes add up and then we’re watching a timer count down in the living room and we only have 4 minutes left to catch the bus.
This morning was too much of a close call for my liking.
Today, the pants I picked out were wrong, and so was the shirt. She ended up going to school in a tan t-shirt and pants with shamrocks all over that were two sizes too small. 1, but at least she made it out the door.
It’s always a distraction, or some other thing that she wants to do vs what needs to happen. At bedtime it’s the reverse, but just a minute - she needs one more minute to finish drawing, singing, reading or something that does not involve going to bed.
Later in the day, we’re at the Ninja school for her first class, and when it ends she wants to play longer. I tell her no because the next group is coming in the doorfor their hour of fun being ninja’s and it’s our turn to go home and have dinner and go to bed.
“Just a minute?”, she asks me.
Umm….how about NO!?
Keeping our eye on the clock,
TH and Co.
I can report that the laundry is now caught up. She should have a better selection tomorrow.