The voice of reason…

Leaving decisions to a six year old… 

Ashton dressed himself this morning in his usual eclectic style; basket ball boots, knee High socks, football shorts, a back the front thermal and a brown and yellow T-shirt.)

Ashton (standing before me in all his glory) “Is this okay what I’m wearing? Dad says I have to check with you.”

Me: Thumbs up, nodding of head.

Ashton (skipping away). “She actually said yes Dad! I don’t believe it. I think her brain might be broken.”

It’s not actually my brain, though who knows. The lad might be on to something!  I’m actually on day three of laryngitis. I’ve been barely able to whisper for the last 24 hours, but am able to make some sound now so things are looking up!

The last three days I have been attempting not to use my voice unless absolutely necessary. Made a bit more tricky since it’s school holidays. Thankfully my Mum took the kids to the movies with their cousins yesterday, then home for an afternoon play with Grandad.

And today my hubby has dropped them at his Mum and Dad’s for a bit of Grannie and Bump adventure time in their new house (they just shifted in last weekend!)

With Aidan off to work, and my nephews arriving before school during term time, it is usually my job in the morning to sort stuff out and move people along. But with no voice, it’s very hard to engage in detailed negotiations in the usual morning areas – breakfast choices, television and electronics time, and what people are wearing.

With less immediate involvement, my main goal has been not to have to talk much, and with just a few reminders to myself that I do not always need to be in the middle making things happen, I relinquished my usual level of involvement and control, and a peculiar looking little boy went to his Grannie and Bump’s house happy and carefree!

Not a bad way to end the holidays!

Though he’s not happy with the way his hair sticks up in the morning. He thinks he might like hair like his dads (a number one.) But then a bee might sting him on the head. And in the summer he would have to wear a hat all the time so his head didn’t get burned. Apparently the other year he got a sunburned foot and it’s really sore. 

Tagged: control, decision making, fashion, laryngitis