There are several trends emerging this summer that have me pushing the crazy button...
1.Why is closing car doors so easily forgotten by my children? As I'm walking in carrying 15 bags, plus whatever odds and ends I can hold in between my fingers, my children crawl out of the car...only to leave the door open and the battery draining. This trend will be rectified immediately. And NOT with a sticker chart. 2. What is up with a MASSIVE injury nearly every day. Two near-concussions, one (pedestrian) collision with a huge tree, a bloody nose yesterday, a tumble down the entire stair case today...all accompanied by the kind of screams a mom dreads! I think we may be investing in bubble wrap around here! 3. "Mom, Look!" (per my children) "Sarah, Look!" (per my babysitting kids) is no longer a reliable way to make me look at anything. EVER. Because, yes, I know your toe has dirt. Yes, I do know that is a purple crayon. Yup. You have boogers. Uh, uh. I know you know how to spell "cow." I will not look at anything on a paper, until that paper is completed. Until every workbook answer is filled in. Until every I is topped with a dot, until every cranny of your fairy's wings have been colored in. I'm actually contemplating a five look minimum, per kid, and times like cooking and washing dishes that make me exempt from looking.
Please, don't take this post as complaining. It's not. I love my children. I love my job. I love summer. And most of all, I love the fact that because we are so busy going places, and getting injured, and creating things that my kids never, ever say, "I'm bored."
I've been wondering how to cope with the way-to-frequent, insistent demand to "Look!" Or worse, "Look, look, look, Betsy. Look!"
ReplyDeleteThank goodness, now I know it's okay to set limits on that Lookie-here stuff. Sarah says so.