I wonder if when I was a child my mom had to tell me to brush my teeth, comb my hair, get my books ready for the next day and all that stuff. I wonder if I just did it, or if my mom had to remind me every. single. night and day like a million times like I do with my own kids?
I have to remind my kids every. single. night and day and they still sometimes forget and they mostly always give the me, “Ugggghhhhhh mmmmmoooooommmm, but I, but I, but I, but I…” It’s so annoying.
Me: Go brush your teeth.
Me: That wasn’t two minutes!
Me: Go brush your teeth again.
Me: Brush your hair.
Me: Is all your stuff ready for school tomorrow? Everything signed that needs to be signed? All homework done? Any notes that I need to read? Clothes and socks picked out? Shoes by the front door?
And still every morning, “Mooooommmmm, I can’t find {insert some must have item- this morning it was a library card}. I can’t find socks! I can’t find my shoes! I can’t find my backpack!” It’s never ending. And just for the record, the backpack, shoes, socks and all that are where THEY put them the night before. I really don’t make this rocket science for them nor do I late at night sneak around the house hiding their items for the next day contrary to what they might think.
One morning I would love to let them sleep as long as they think they need, go to school in their p.j.’s because of course, waking them up is a process. Go to school with messy hair, stinky breath, no {must have item} and see how it works out for them. Then maybe - just maybe - they will see what I’m doing for them by “nagging” them to do this. Do that. Make sure you have this/that/ and everything in between ready is a blessing! I should get mother of the freakin’ year! They really should bow down to me as I enter the room because I take such good care of them. But of course, if I do let them “just do their own thing” they will come home with “Moooommmmm, you let us go to school all yucky and I had nothing for school and it’s all your fault! I hate you! You’ve ruined my life!” And I’m sure the school will call me and be like, “Did you mean to let your kids come to school this way? You know that’s not ok, right?” And that is when I will have to say, “Yes. Yes I did. Do you know what I have to go through every morning?!? Leave me alone. I’m rocking this mother thing. Good. Day!”
Do you remember being nagged by your parents growing up to brush your teeth, brush your hair, and get your stuff ready for the next day?
