Sunday night, when it was approaching bedtime, Nick had a brainstorm. “Let’s switch places! I’ll be the Mom and you can be me.”
“Nick, you won’t last a day,” I said, looking up as I was getting Madeline ready for bed.
“I can do it a whole week. Can we do it? Can we?” he asked, getting more and more enchanted with the idea by the minute.
“Sure, no problem. You can finish what I need to do here. I just got your sister ready, but we need to change her sheets and the changing table cover tonight. Here’s the stuff. Have fun!” I left him alone and headed to my room to put a few things away.
I heard some struggling going on, and he came to find me a few minutes later. “Can you help me?” he asked.
I laughed. “Ahhh, it’s not so easy, is it?”
“I just can’t figure out how the sheet goes on the mattress.”
I helped him with it and away he went. Until five minutes later when he couldn’t figure out how to put the new cover on the changing table pad. I helped him with that, and then reminded him that she needed to get to bed, but needed to brush her teeth. No big deal, she’s a big fan of that.
He helped her wash up, read her a few stories, and tried to escape her room. She was having none of that. “Mom! Help, she won’t let me leave!”
“You’re fine. You’re the Mom!”
Thirty minutes later, he comes out and tells me that it’s hard being a Mom. You don’t say?!
I told him to wait until tomorrow (Monday morning), when he had to get himself ready for school, as well as her, pack his snacks, let the dog out, eat breakfast and do it all without being late for carpool. Insert one big fat eye roll here. The rest of the night, he delighted in turning off my light, telling me to go to bed, telling me to turn off my TV. Apparently I am quite bossy as the Mom.
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