I felt certain I was going to be late to work this
morning. My children both allowed me to
sleep in until 9 a.m., which is an incredible feat for a nearly two year old
and four month old. As I work part-time
right now, my work day doesn’t start until 11:30 a.m. This meant that I still had time after my 9
a.m. wake up to snuggle with my children on the couch and watch Little Einsteins on Disney Jr. with my
daughter, while cradling my son in my arms and listening to him gently coo and
giggle at me.
I got myself showered and ready, and felt calm, content, and
relaxed. I finished another bottle with
baby Isaac and then changed his clothes.
I put him in his swing and he smiled at the flashing lights and
lullabies. Then I told Emily it was time
to get ready. I brought her to her
bedroom and changed her diaper. Then, I
attempted to dress her, and this is where the day temporarily fell apart for
me.
So, as I drove both children to daycare before arriving at
work, I began to compose some neurotic, quite unnecessary, letter to my
employer.
Dear Boss:
I am so sorry I am
late to work today. I know I don’t start
until 11:30, so I should be able to make it here. I know it’s ridiculous that I’m late. I know I’ve been working here less than three
months and I don’t want to gain a reputation for failing to be on time. But, you see, my daughter had a very strong
aversion to clothing this morning. I
tried; I really did. Trust me that I
tried. But, she ran all around the house
in nothing but a diaper giggling and constantly avoiding my grip. I know. I know. She’s not even two years old. It’s pathetic; I should be able to control my
child, get her dressed, and get to work on time. But, you don’t understand. You may be my boss at work, but Emily is
totally the boss the rest of the time. I
really answer to her more than you or anyone else. If you have a sincere issue, please take it
up with my nearly two-year-old daughter.
She’ll set the situation straight, and you’ll surely understand.
With thanks,
Angela
However, I managed to pull a pair of tiny denim jeans and a
pink top, which read “Daddy Answers to Me,” on just in time to make it through
the doors at 11:30. My letter was not
required. For Emily, on the other hand,
clothing was not optional and I mandated that she dress before leaving the
house. I guess I’m still the boss, even
if there was a bit of a power struggle.
And, I must admit it was an adorable and amusing power struggle. Such are the joys of motherhood.
This is what happened when I let my daughter dress herself on a different day.
aww how cute. My son is almost two and rips his shirt off. Hubby tells him he is not a white trash baby so I'm to put his shirt back on.
ReplyDeleteAnd btw Isaac was on my list od baby names, Emily too :) But I ended up with a Joshua.
When does Emily turn two? Josh is a bit over a month.
My brother is Joshua; it's a good name. Emily turns two on Nov. 28th. We're having a two-two (tutu) party. Aahh ... puns! All our friends and family are expected to wear tutus to the party.
DeleteRefusing to dress is just awesome! I don't have toddlers anymore, but I remember. Plus, they just refuse to do different things when they get older.
ReplyDeleteYour daughter already has a strong sense of style.
ReplyDeleteWhen she gets her clothes on, that kid has style!
ReplyDeleteAhh the assertiveness of a two year old! If only we held onto that thru life :)
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