What I mean is that there is maybe a little hiccup in our day - a hiccup that involves her doing something not so great or just plain ignoring me. And I am trying so hard to give her a chance to avoid an easily avoidable negative consequence.
It's when you'll hear me saying something like "Just put on your pants and then you'll still have time to play before we leave!"
Mamas, isn't that the worst?
You want to give your kids something good... a sweet treat... a walk to the playground... a few extra minutes of Netflix... whatever.
And you can't. Because you've given them every possible out and it becomes a choice they're making. The pants go on at the last possible second and then there are even more tears because there's no time to play.
Being that P. is four I know she doesn't always get that I'm not always the one taking something good away.
That's learning, I guess. The ten minutes you waste bellyaching about what would have amounted to two minutes of personal grooming is ten minutes of Gulliver's Travels or Candy Land lost.
When you're a grownup, maybe it's the ten hours you waste being mad at your spouse over something that would have amounted to a two minute convo to clear things up.
Something like that, anyway.
But even so, I don't think I'll ever get used to the frustration of watching my little ones take the wrong road or the hard road when it's not the only road there is.
P.S. - Have you read my proven alternatives to time outs yet?