‘Two more minutes mommy?’
This has become my youngest daughter’s favourite way of delaying getting out of the bath. I end up taking her sister out first, and then letting her play for ‘two more minutes’, while I dry and dress my eldest.
Over the last few days, I have realised that both my daughters and myself, and even my husband have started using the ‘two more minutes’ as a kind of delaying tactic. The girls use it as a way to get me to give them a few more minutes of pleasure doing whatever it is they’re doing … bathing, watching tv, playing, not tidying up.
I use it as in a way that is basically begging them … please, just give mommy TWO MORE MINUTES! I just need to finish unpacking the groceries from the car/dishing dinner up/going to the toilet/lying in bed/not losing my sh*t … “Just give mommy two more minutes, please!”
I also use it when they are at their most demanding, like when they get stuck. By that I mean you know how an old record (LP) would get stuck and continuously repeat a second of song. The girls do that sometimes. They get stuck.
“Mommy, I want a juice. Juice mommy. Mommy juice. Can I have some juice please mommy? Mommy, where’s my juice, Juice, juice, juice. Where’s my juice?”
Litterally, this narative is said in one long sentence and I find myself incapable of getting the juice made and giving it to them quick enough to stop the relentless barrage of demands. It’s like they’ve never had juice ever in their entire lives! The repetetiveness almost makes me panic inside and I feel like if I don’t give them the juice NOW they might actually dehydrate and pass out right there and then.
Two more minutes later and I feel like I’ve just saved the world from a terrifying threat, I take a breath and think to myself … “WTF just happened?” lol
My husband’s part in this … he will see it happening and in an attempt to ‘save me’ he will shout “Just give your mother two more minutes!”.
They will turn and look at him with horrified expressions on their faces as if to say “Why are you shouting at me daddy? You have mortally wounded my soul now! My heart is now broken. All I wanted was juice so I don’t die!”
At least that reaction gives me ‘two more minutes’ to actually get the juice poured. And it will then take two minutes for one of them to spill half their juice on the floor.
I guess at some point I should consider … what will actually happen after ‘two more minutes’?