Thanks to good friends and role models for words of encouragement. I wrote about Elise's easy-breezy timeout not because I'm an expert (HA!), but because it was a rare moment of clarity for me, and I need to remember it. Most of the time I haven't a clue.
Here are two fresh examples that better paint the daffy mom around here:
• It was 8:30 when the girls left for school Monday morning. Emma doesn't grasp the abstract so well and was still trying to figure out daylight savings. "So, it's really just 7:30?" she asked. Yep, I said. "Oh, well," she mused, "at least I'll get out of school an hour early."
For a split second I deliciously imagined the look of befuddlement that would be hers at precisely 2:25 p.m. when the bell was silent. I pictured her still reeling until 3:25 at least. It was so entertaining I almost didn't want to correct her misconception. But I did.
• Sunday night James came to the side of my bed complaining that something was in his eye. Unhgh-hunghg, I groggily replied. I looked at it and declared it speck-free (my groggy vision notwithstanding).
"But I can't sleep!" he persisted. "Well, go in your room, close your eyes and count to a million," I said, and left it at that so I could go back to sleep.
Tuesday morning he ran into my room, triumphant. "I got that thing out of my eye, Mom!" I asked him later why he never complained about it again. "Well, you told me to count to a million, and I can't count that high!"
2 comments:
You're so funny! I love your parenting style, and I know it works...just look at your amazing kids!
I can't count that high...hehe. I still mentally tell my self it's earlier that it really is--like this morning when I went to yoga at 5:30 (in my mind I was so proud that I was waking up at 4:30). It wasn't until I was at the door to the studio that I remembered the instructor had canceled class that week. All the sleep I could of had.....
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