Mornings have become a breeze around here. I have discovered a great little trick, well more like a game plan. But it's tricky. Or as a close friend calls me, "Trickery". It's trickery.
If it's a morning when I notice the Oldest is dragging and wanting to futz around or play or not get on track to get his routine done, I tell him I want to race. Bam. Done. He's off, he's competitive and I can tell in five minutes all will be done. Showers are night time so mornings are brush teeth, make bed, get dressed, fix hair and eat breakfast; bus stop. Done. Now with this racing thing, I get ready quicker and so does he. I always get sidetracked (you're not really surprised are you?) and he always wins but hey, little does he know, I'm really the winner. All that done and no fussing, no constant asking the same thing, just whammo, it's done.
Great little ploy. Works like a little charm. Love it.
Jenn
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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