“I want 5 books (to be read) tonight mummy” declares Mr 3.9
I say 'First lets brush your teeth'
“Three books, ok? But I brush my teeth tomorrow morning, ok?” comes the negotiating reply.
I repeat the same thing (every night) about sugar bugs eating away his teeth while he is sleeping. (The days I am lazy to help him with brushing, the sugar bugs are on a holiday and his teeth safe for the night)
“Three books, ok? But only brushing no cleaning tongue, ok? he negotiates again.
My ‘OK’ has to sound like he won a good deal for himself. (3 books is still a good deal.)
I negotiate for 2 books. An instant and suddenly teary “You are always naughty mummy!” reply seals my failed negotiation
Every single night I attempt to skip a page, I get told off for missing a page.
I read fast, I am asked to slow down.
I yawn and sheepishly skip a few lines, I am asked to repeat the page
The joy of snapping a book close after the last word, is all mine!
The Mad mummy (in me) is counting every second of sleep he is missing out on and calculating how late he will wake up the next day!
The Good mummy (in me) is thinking she is reading to her child every day as recommended and that her child actually loves to be read to, yippie!
The Angry mummy (in me) is wondering why the same book every day? Keep me motivated, dude!
The Happy mummy (in me) is wrapped by the smile, hug and kiss after a reading session that leaves her little man satisfied!
I say 'First lets brush your teeth'
“Three books, ok? But I brush my teeth tomorrow morning, ok?” comes the negotiating reply.
I repeat the same thing (every night) about sugar bugs eating away his teeth while he is sleeping. (The days I am lazy to help him with brushing, the sugar bugs are on a holiday and his teeth safe for the night)
“Three books, ok? But only brushing no cleaning tongue, ok? he negotiates again.
My ‘OK’ has to sound like he won a good deal for himself. (3 books is still a good deal.)
I negotiate for 2 books. An instant and suddenly teary “You are always naughty mummy!” reply seals my failed negotiation
Every single night I attempt to skip a page, I get told off for missing a page.
I read fast, I am asked to slow down.
I yawn and sheepishly skip a few lines, I am asked to repeat the page
The joy of snapping a book close after the last word, is all mine!
The Mad mummy (in me) is counting every second of sleep he is missing out on and calculating how late he will wake up the next day!
The Good mummy (in me) is thinking she is reading to her child every day as recommended and that her child actually loves to be read to, yippie!
The Angry mummy (in me) is wondering why the same book every day? Keep me motivated, dude!
The Happy mummy (in me) is wrapped by the smile, hug and kiss after a reading session that leaves her little man satisfied!
