Will can now tell time. Which makes his world a little more real and mine a whole lot harder.
We used to own time.
We could let them watch tv for another 15 minutes and shut it off 5 minutes later.
We could celebrate New Years Eve with friends and have the ball drop at 9:07. “YEH, it’s midnight. Happy New Year!” Blow your horns. Hoot. Holler. (OH, yes we did! A whole room of us parents lied to our children and made midnight occur at 9:07 pm. It was magical.) Driving home Will proclaimed; “I’ve never been up so late.” It was maybe 10 pm.
Leaving the house on our time has been jeopardized. ”We are leaving this house in 5 minutes!” We try to get out the door in 2 minutes. “But dad! You said five minutes!”
And it’s time to add to the hell on earth list as he can now call bullshit when I try to pull off 7:45 pm as 9 pm.
Damn you first grade & all the things you want to teach my son!
I want time back. I’m the mom, and I call dibs!