Full throttle. That is how the day starts with my daughter. This was the first five minutes of our day:
Arrive at her room where she is tucked behind the shade, looking out her window.
“Daddy there is a bug! Daddy take the bug away!” (Daddy is the bug-taker-away-person.) Daddy takes the tiny ant away.
“Mommy why is this colored like this? I don’t like this color. (It is marble. Marble is sort of fancy! I tell her.) “I don’t like fancy. What about this color. Why can’t it be blue? Blue is fancy! Mommy let’s paint it blue!” I mumble something about maybe! (No not really.)
“This is where I peed on the bed the other day!” (Pointing.) (Oh dear.) (Good thing I washed the sheets yesterday.)
Time to make coffee.
“Oh let me push the button! Why are you out of coffee? We need to buy coffee!” (YES YES WE DO.)
I leave the room for a moment.
CLASH!! BANG!! BANNNNG! BANG! (Marching through the kitchen naked whilst banging two pan lids together.)
“Olivia!!! Too early Olivia!” (Not my daughter’s name – a reference to the character Olivia who is a precocious pig whom my daughter channels WAY TOO FREQUENTLY.)
Oh and did I mention it is an in-service day so daycare is closed today. Darn you daycare and your “training of staff to make sure they are competent with my child”!
Time to go buy more coffee!