I Always Feel Like Somebody’s Watching Me

07 Apr 2011 Leave a Comment

On the days that I work, my morning tends to go much more smoothly if I can get Lokie dressed as soon as she gets up. She would prefer to stay in her pj’s; I prefer not to chase her around the house trying to stick her flailing limbs into clean clothes. So most mornings it is either a knock-down-drag-out fight to the death or me sweet-talking/distracting/bribing her until I can’t stand it anymore. Why is it so difficult to get a 2 3/4 yr old dressed?!! I would love it if someone would lay out coordinating clothes for me and then put them on me every morning… (Bubby?)

Yesterday morning was going very well. She got dressed (clothes that I had picked out, so they actually matched! even bigger score) without too much fuss and then stood still very nicely while I brushed out her hair and put it into several pigtails. I’m not really sure why I take the time to do this, because by the time I pick her up from the sitter’s, she looks like she’s spent the day with hobos. ANYWAY, after she was all done, I kissed her on the head and said, “Thank you for cooperating. That was so nice.”

On the way out of her room, she asked me to carry a giant Care Bear and a toy lunchbox for her, as her arms were full with a second giant Care Bear. I picked up the items, but I wasn’t holding them exactly how she wanted me to. “No, Mama, like this!” Grabbing the lunchbox by the handle (as instructed), I scooped everything up and continued down the hall. And Lokie said, “Thank you for co-wap-pee-ating, Mama!” And what else could I say but “You’re welcome.”