I say no all day long. Don’t draw on the walls. No hitting your brother. No more hot chocolate today.
“Because it will give you a stomachache.”
“Will I explode?”
“Yes, and then I will be very sad.”
“Because it will be a really big clean-up job. And also I would miss you.”)
But this (see above picture) is me tonight. And so I turned a blind eye while I was making dinner, when the Midgets merrily made off with a roll of streamers from the birthday present wrapping supply bag that I hadn’t had time to put away after the birthday party we went to this afternoon.
The question becomes one of value and priorities: Do I expend time, energy, and dwindling emotional reserves to save the life of a roll of tie-dye party streamers? Or do I sacrifice the streamers, bought for no more than $3 at Target months ago, deal with the guilt about the trees wasted on their behalf, and let the Midgets entertain themselves thinking they are being naughty while I finish making dinner in the peace the streamers have bought me?
I just said yes on a Saturday night. It sure don’t look like it used to.
Do you say yes sometimes just because it’s easier?