“Maybe Later”

This will reveal my bad parenting skills but I couldn’t resist sharing and I have since repented. After FHE last night, John and I like to go over the calendar for the week. Eyrlin came into the living room and asked if we wanted to hear her book.

(She colored pages in her coloring book tore them out and then put them in order to create a story. It’s about 20 pages long and she worked really, really hard on it.)

John and I declined with the “maybe later” bit and she went on to ask her brothers, everyone declined her offer.

Later, John went upstairs and quickly came down and said, “Babe, you have got to come up and see who Eyrlin found to read to.”

Here she was with her blanket laid out, dolls lined up, and a chair in place, reading her book.

I felt so bad!

Eyrlin is not a downer at all, actually, none of my kids are, and she was completely happy with finding an acceptable, quiet, still, stiff crowd to read to. She even commented to us, “My dolls love it when I read to them.” I agreed, the smiles on their faces said it all.

I have tried to redeemed myself this morning. She was the first one awake and I asked if she had any stories that she could read to me. Her response, “Sorry mom, I’m still kind of tired but maybe later.”

 

MAYBE LATER?!

So now I have decided that “maybe later” will no longer be an acceptable phrase in this house. I think “maybe later” is a frequent visitor in my vocabulary so this will be really good for me to leave him/her at the front steps of my home.

In this house “maybe later” is a thing of the past people!

Wish me luck!