One of my work friends, when I told her I was pregnant with our third, shook her head and said something along the lines of - well, the next five years will be rough, but then your role will change from being a "worker" to a "manager." Meaning, I wouldn't actually have to brush each child's teeth. Or pester them to keep eating. Or change their clothes. Or put together their school bags. I could just ask (and ask again) if it had been done - and if it hadn't, ask that the children please do it. Hopefully our three boys will be as cooperative as her three kids!
I had a glimpse of this "manager" life just now. William asked if he could ride his bike around the apartment hallway (it's covered, but outside - not like he's riding inside corridors). Seeing as he had finished breakfast, gotten dressed (and even changed his shirt without fuss when I pointed out that the one he picked didn't match), and brushed his teeth, I agreed he could until Joel returned from dropping Greg at work to take Wm to school. Less than a minute later, I heard the bike being parked outside the door. Wm came in, took off his helmet, got his back pack, library bag, and lunch. Turned around and said, "See ya, Mama. Joel's here to take me to school." And that was that. As Wm has taken to saying lately: easy-peasy lemon-squeezy.
I'm looking forward to being the manager.
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I'm going to start using this at work: "easy-peasy lemon-squeezy" :)
You guys don't remember "easy Peasey japanesey?"
The only thing you know for sure about William is that you never know what he'll do next. He's such a smart and capable kid.
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