The Associate enjoys lengthening the homework process. What could easily take her 10 minutes can turn into a hair pulling, “you don’t care about me” exhausting dilemma. On Wednesdays I drop The Teenager off at her dance class and I do a quick and scan of the thrift stores in that area. Occasionally she asks if she can also attend a Ballet class before at a completely different venue and the schedule gets ridiculous. I usually leave The Associate at home for this because she despises thrift shopping and thankfully The Husband is usually home. Today he was other wise engaged and she was going to have to come with me. Her homework was still undone and as I was running out the door, grilled cheese for the taller child in one hand and my genius cap on.
me “I need you ready to go with me at 5:45.”
me “daddy has to go so you are coming with me to take your sister to dance.”
her “WE ARE NOT THRIFT SHOPPING!”
me “If your homework is done by the time I come back we will not go thrift shopping, but if it isn’t we are going to scour all of them, your choice.”
I dropped The Teenager at ballet, hit CVS, dropped off my Zappos returns and picked up the prints from the sweetheart dance. As I rushed back in, ready to battle, she was ready. We picked up The Teenager from ballet and rushed her to the regularly scheduled dance class. With two hours to kill, no thrift shopping 😦 , and a surprisingly flexible 7-year-old, we got more errands accomplished and had a little food and fun.