I realize most kids are dawdlers, but I think my six-year-old daughter would win a gold medal for being the number one dilly-dallier. She does almost everything at a snail’s pace. Let’s take a look at yesterday morning, for example.
8:00 – “What would you like for breakfast, sweetie?”
“I don’t know”
I proceed to give her plenty of options, and yet I still get the same response.
As she is still trying to decide, I go downstairs and gather up an outfit for her to wear for the day (trust me when I say if I didn’t do this you’d be reading this dialog between us for a minimum of two hours).
“Well how ‘bout you get dressed while you decide”
Grudgingly she complies (hallelujah! – at least we aren’t arguing about that this particular morning)
I go into the bathroom and start getting ready myself.
8:10 – I call from the bathroom – “Are you dressed yet?”
Grumbling to myself, I politely say “Please get dressed”
8:15 – “Taylor, are you dressed yet?”
I peek out the bathroom door – she is idly flipping through a book that happens to be laying on the couch. She is naked except for socks and underwear. At least it is a start! I remind her, once again, to get dressed.
8:18 – I’m completely ready and starting to make the beds. “Taylor why aren’t you dressed yet?”
“I AM getting dressed Mom!” she says while the shirt is hanging around her neck with only one sleeve in, and instead of continuing the task at hand she is petting the dog.
“Taylor, come on!”
8:20 – I hear fits of giggling from the living room. “Mom!, Sophie’s chasing her tail!”
“That’s nice….can you finish getting dressed, PLEASE!!!!”
8:23 – As I am finishing with the last bed I hear a game starting to take place upstairs “Let’s pretend your Binoo and I’m Toopi….”
“Taylor! Are you dressed?”
“Then there are no games until you are completely ready!”
“Just. Get. Dressed!”
8:25 – As I round the corner at the top of the stairs I take a deep breath, for I know what I am going to be up against. Sure enough there she is with her shirt, socks, and underwear on…but no pants.
“Taylor!…I am not going to ask you again….GET DRESSED!!!”
8:28 – She is finally dressed.
We have approx. 15 minutes for her to eat, brush her hair and teeth, and get her shoes and coat on. It is simply not going to happen. It is honestly a conundrum over which task I feel would take her the least amount of time. I tell her to brush her teeth – at least her toothbrush has a light that goes off after 1 minute! While she is brushing her teeth I brush her hair.
“While I am making you some breakfast (to take in the car – for it is basically impossible for her to have the time to eat it while sitting at the table), go down and pick out a barrette for your hair.”
I make the breakfast (peanut butter sandwich), put the cold food into their lunch kits, put a few dishes in the dishwasher, quickly wipe the counter, grab everything we need for the day and at 8:40 I head downstairs. I find her playing with her toys in the playroom – with her hair still hanging in her eyes.
“Where is your barrette!?!?!?” I say exasperated.
The day has just begun and I am already worn out. It’s no wonder I am getting so many grey hairs!
Do any of your children move at a snail’s pace?