Pick up your socks.
Don’t play with your juice.
Stop throwing that ball.
Put it away.
Make your bed and remember to hide your pjs.
Pick up that towel.
Put it in the laundry basket.
Don’t make a mess with your breakfast.
No, we aren’t doing a craft today.
Mommy is wiping the sink because you got toothpaste all over it…again.
Put that away.
Hurry up, we have to go.
Stop playing around and just put your shoes on.
Why is your coat on the floor?
Come on, we have to go.
No, you don’t need your umbrella.
Hurry up, your brother and I are waiting.
I scoop my crying baby up into my arms and watch the purple line on his forehead morph into a dark goose egg. He may have been the one receiving a bump on the head but I feel like I got one too. We were on our way out the door for the 100th time this week and I’ve done nothing but hurl orders at my oldest. My youngest is so tired he can barely function and he’s whacked his head pretty hard. I’m not feeling very great about my mothering as of late. This house needs to sell fast(er).
For everyone’s sake.
I made them their favorite dinner and didn’t worry about how much of a mess it would make for me to clean up. During that meal, I didn’t have to nag anyone to eat. We all needed that too.