Do you harp on your kids much? Yep, me too. I tell them to pick up their mess, brush their teeth, do their homework—and then I wonder why they dawdle and drag.
Or at least I used to, until one evening my husband gave me a taste of my own medicine. He took charge of cooking dinner because I had projects hanging low on my desk, and just as I was typing furiously, mid-sentence and mid-thought, he called from the kitchen.
Huh? It took me a few seconds to shift brain modes. “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute,” I called back. “I’m just wrapping something up in here.”
“Better come now before it gets cold!”
“I said I need a minute! I was in the middle of something!”
“Well, that’s fine, but dinner is ready. I can’t turn back the clock now.”
And that was when I finally realized—I do the same thing to my kids. And it’s really annoying.
So sorry, girls. Mom gets it now.