Sweet Manipulation
I've been pretty wiped out lately. After getting back from our trip last week, I've had to confront the piles of tasks I'm supposed to do and it's stressing me out. It doesn't help that my brain is stuck in vacation mode.
Yesterday I had just come up from doing laundry in the apartment complex garage. I jotted down three more items on my to-do list then collapsed on the couch. My two year old came hopping over to me. "Mommy, can you read me this book?" she asked, and shoved "Green Eggs and Ham" in my face.
"No." I snapped. "Mommy is tired of running around and is just going to sit still on this couch for five minutes and do NOTHING." I waited with gritted teeth for Pixie to burst into tears.
"Oh, no problem," she said. "Why don't you go lie down in my bed. It's really comfortable."
That was unexpected. "Okay," I said. "That sounds like a great idea." I picked up my lazy bones and trudged off to her toddler bed. Curling up into a little ball, I snuggled into her piles of stuffed animals.
"Here, let me put some nice blankets on you." Pixie then carefully layered her favorite blankets over my body. "Do you like that?"
"Yeah! Thanks, Sweetie."
"Okay. How about I read you a book." She ran to her bookshelf and got "The Pokey Little Puppy" then ran back to my side. "But I don't know the words. Why don't you read it by yourself." So Pixie curled up next to me and together we read a ridiculous book about a ridiculous puppy. When we were finished she patted my hair and said, "so how do you feel now?"
"Actually, I feel great!" I said.
"Good! Now can you read me my book?"
It may have all been calculated manipulation to get what she wanted, but I hadn't felt so refreshed in days. It was nice to get some star treatment from the little girl who I'm usually running in circles for. After I finished reading "Green Eggs and Ham" to her I was the one who suggested we read it again. Manipulation is a wonderful thing.
Yesterday I had just come up from doing laundry in the apartment complex garage. I jotted down three more items on my to-do list then collapsed on the couch. My two year old came hopping over to me. "Mommy, can you read me this book?" she asked, and shoved "Green Eggs and Ham" in my face.
"No." I snapped. "Mommy is tired of running around and is just going to sit still on this couch for five minutes and do NOTHING." I waited with gritted teeth for Pixie to burst into tears.
"Oh, no problem," she said. "Why don't you go lie down in my bed. It's really comfortable."
That was unexpected. "Okay," I said. "That sounds like a great idea." I picked up my lazy bones and trudged off to her toddler bed. Curling up into a little ball, I snuggled into her piles of stuffed animals.
"Here, let me put some nice blankets on you." Pixie then carefully layered her favorite blankets over my body. "Do you like that?"
"Yeah! Thanks, Sweetie."
"Okay. How about I read you a book." She ran to her bookshelf and got "The Pokey Little Puppy" then ran back to my side. "But I don't know the words. Why don't you read it by yourself." So Pixie curled up next to me and together we read a ridiculous book about a ridiculous puppy. When we were finished she patted my hair and said, "so how do you feel now?"
"Actually, I feel great!" I said.
"Good! Now can you read me my book?"
It may have all been calculated manipulation to get what she wanted, but I hadn't felt so refreshed in days. It was nice to get some star treatment from the little girl who I'm usually running in circles for. After I finished reading "Green Eggs and Ham" to her I was the one who suggested we read it again. Manipulation is a wonderful thing.
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:) That was adorable. Sounds very familiar - both the being too busy and the surprisingly understanding daughter.
Adorable story.