There is way too much free will in this household and it’s all my fault.
As a first-time mum a few years ago I thought it was a good idea to give my children some say in their early years, BIG MISTAKE!
I should have never given them any options and stuck with the ‘it’s my way or the highway approach’.
For example, at breakfast time I’ve just realised that I ask my children what cereal they want? What a bloody idiot! Because the one they ask for isn’t the one they want and I end up with half a dozen bowls of soggy slop that I feel obligated to eat (out of respect for all those starving children in Ethiopia).
I no longer make anything for myself to eat because I know I’ll be eating what my children didn’t.
But I digress. I now give them two options and the one they pick is the one they eat. If they don’t eat it – well tough bloody shit and that’s it. But really if I was smart I would just put what I buy for them on their plate and say ‘eat’.
The point is I’ve given my children too much say in their early years… but I just don’t have the heart to be hard ass, although that appears to be changing.
This has been made much easier by the arrival of No.3. Everything I used to worry about, including my waistline, has gone out the window.
For example, if my children bail me up for a biscuit not long after they’ve refused breakfast, I give them one because I can’t STAND the shit fight that ensues.
And when we’re out in public I no longer cringe when they do inappropriate things, I simply turn a blind eye and pretend they’re not mine. Often to the point of nodding my head disapprovingly at the child.
I can go to bed at night and sleep – despite knowing there is sink full of dishes and an overflowing basket full of clothes that need folding.
It’s also a major win if we are all wearing knickers when we leave the house.
I’m just saying some things just aren’t worth worrying about anymore – or more to the point, I just don’t have the energy to give a shit.
In saying that, today I did manage to avoid procrastinating and have completed 5 articles, I have also sent a few dozen emails, done a grocery shop, folded and put away 4 loads of washing, cooked dinner, comforted my screeching baby, done the dishes, been nice to the husband (sort of, and so far) and watered the garden.
Same shit, different day! 🙂