Better one handful with tranquillity than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.
My life is one hurry up, to the next hurry up. I am constantly telling Bethany and Joseph to hurry. When I am trying to get out the door to run errands I say,
"Hurry finish your breakfast."
"Get your clothes on, hurry!"
"Hurry get your shoes on, then go potty"
"Hurry get in the car...sit in your seat!! Com'on hurry!"Every time we get in and out of the car,
"Hurry get out, ...stand right here."
"Hurry stay with me, lets get inside."
"Hurry get in the cart.""Please, listen to Mommy, hurry let's go!"
"Hurry, get in the car."
To get in and out of stores with all 3 of them is beyond a chore and test of my patience. You've heard people say, "It's like herding cats." Well, it is like herding cats, deaf and blind cats. It feels like they can't hear me or see me.
Over and over, I say it all the time, all day long no matter where we are or what we're doing. I had considered the fact that I might need to stop saying it so much, for them to "hear" me when I say it. But I never imagined this...
We were getting in and out of the car running errands. I had told Joseph at least 30 times to get out of the mud puddle, into the car, turn around and sit in his seat, all with HURRY's in the front of them. I was reaching over him to fasten his buckle, he looked up at me and innocently said, in his laid back, life's a lazy river tube ride way, "Mommmmy, what does hurry mean?"
Thinking about it now, I am wondering, "Why did I ruin it for him and tell him what it means?" I brought his childhood that much closer to over.