It’s the whine factor that can move things from chaotic to disastrous – enough delay that you end up in the “walk of shame,” late for circle time.
You know — like when you touched the shoes before they were chosen by your four-year-old, sparking a major whine session which stalls all progress. No coffee time for you! Then you show up at work in two similar but different boots … yeah, that’s happened.
One harried morning, I figured it was time to make a decision, get serious, put some creative energy to work. I was going to obliterate the whine sessions – no more, ever.
“Charlotte,” I said, “if you continue to whine, I’m going to sing.”
A look of horror, another whine …
I sang at the top of my voice.
“STOP! SINGING! NOW!” Followed by a whine. And so it continued for two cycles.
The appeal to Daddy failed. He just said, “Well, why don’t you ask mommy nicely to not sing?”
Charlotte: “Mommy, can you please stop singing?”
Me: “I’ll tell you what: I won’t sing if you don’t whine, how about that?”
Charlotte: “OK mommy, let’s have breakfast now.”
It’s been a few days, and I haven’t heard a whine.
With just a couple more things knocked out, I’ll be fitting in a trip to Blue Bottle before work – AND I’ll be wearing matching shoes while I do it.
~~One in an occasional series on life, style and Gap Inc. culture for moms and the mom-inclined.~~