Air for Lunch anyone?
Lil A wakes up by 5:30 AM most mornings(she is an early riser and yes i have tried putting her down to sleep late but these early risers are tuned to wake up early no matter what time you put them to bed).My day begins with getting her to brush her teeth and playing with her for an hour before i hit the kitchen to dish out breakfast, snack and lunch.
Usually she is a happy child and plays with her toys while i whip up a storm in the kitchen! but of late she has been a little authoritative in letting me know that i have got to pretend play with her and her toys.
So after an additional hour of “pretend play” i decide to slowly disappear(and hope she doesn't notice) and navigate into the kitchen and all hell breaks lose. The 2 hours of play we had is shoved into the backseat and tantrums and whining trumps all.
So after an additional hour of “pretend play” i decide to slowly disappear(and hope she doesn't notice) and navigate into the kitchen and all hell breaks lose. The 2 hours of play we had is shoved into the backseat and tantrums and whining trumps all.
Usually i'am pretty good at handing whining(even if i say so myself) but off late i think i'am losing my touch maybe because i have been trying hard to anticipate the moment of whine and think up distractions which has taken a toll on the right hemisphere of my brain!
So after 10 minutes of staring nervously at the clock (now 7:40 am) and calculating the amount of time i have to cook, pack, bathe lil A, and change her - i start to hyperventilate( yes! yes! i suffer from a major case of time OCD- which has just been accentuated after lil A turned 3!). That leaves me with 45 minutes to deal with my morning chores stuck to a very determined whining lil human being.
Just as her eyes gleam with the determination to “not let amma work” the last train of thought from my right brain comes up with something that “i think” just might work in this situation.
So after 10 minutes of staring nervously at the clock (now 7:40 am) and calculating the amount of time i have to cook, pack, bathe lil A, and change her - i start to hyperventilate( yes! yes! i suffer from a major case of time OCD- which has just been accentuated after lil A turned 3!). That leaves me with 45 minutes to deal with my morning chores stuck to a very determined whining lil human being.
Just as her eyes gleam with the determination to “not let amma work” the last train of thought from my right brain comes up with something that “i think” just might work in this situation.
I walk to the kitchen and pull out her snack and lunch boxes and calmly tell her that i am packing “air” for snack and lunch today and she can eat the same at school since she does not want me to work(cook). All the while thinking of myself as the worst mother for telling a 3 year old stuff like that! Just when i start feeling guilty about what i said and plan to take it back , Lil A says “amma why don't you pack some wedges for snack and you could pack air for lunch, Deal?”
That "deal" made me literally ROFL and forget the tension that was brewing between me n my lil A about something so so so silly!!
Alls well that ends well and no i did not pack air for her lunch as both our temperaments was suddenly brightened with all the laughs and hugs that followed!
Lesson Learnt: Sometimes it just takes a moment of absurd comedy to break the tension or avoid a complete meltdown. Point noted Lil A and thank you for teaching me this simple yet effective technique!!
That "deal" made me literally ROFL and forget the tension that was brewing between me n my lil A about something so so so silly!!
Alls well that ends well and no i did not pack air for her lunch as both our temperaments was suddenly brightened with all the laughs and hugs that followed!
Lesson Learnt: Sometimes it just takes a moment of absurd comedy to break the tension or avoid a complete meltdown. Point noted Lil A and thank you for teaching me this simple yet effective technique!!
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