After a long day of chasing hordes of children playfully running with our angelic children, getting dinner going, getting the kids to clean up their messes, going through homeschooling supplies and decluttering, I am ready to sit down. Sit down and stretch out my legs. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.
This would be the moment that 3 year old Ms. Independent decides to test my patience and her boundaries.
Ms. Independent, you are supposed to be sitting on your bed until Mommy tells you to get up.
At this point she ha been on her bed a whopping 20 seconds. Ooooh, I am such a tough mom!
Her reaction? She throws back her head, opens her mouth wide enough to fit a semi through and wails. My ears are almost to the point of bleeding, yet I really don’t want to get up! She watches me carefully, while whining and slobbering, to see if I will actually make her go back and sit on her bed. After all, you do the crime, you do the time.
This is the moment. Will I close my eyes and try to ignore her? (Like that could ever happen!) Will I force myself up and make her do what she is supposed to be doing?
It took a moment, but I did get up.
My reward? The second she realized I was getting up her eyes got to the size of saucers and she took off like lightening to her room. Hahahahahahahaha! When I get there she looks at me and says, “I on my bed momma. See? I’m a good girl. See?” Sure, kid. Whatever.
It is a good thing she is so darned cute!