During the average school day, it’s me and my three littlest at home. And Asher who homeschools.
In the late morning, I have a bit of barn work to do and that’s when Dora takes over and Asher is “on call” at the computer desk in the next room.
And a chorus of “Can I be in charge?” goes up. From everyone 5 and under.
But there is only one response that works. Some how, some way, when I leave this child as the ‘boss’, I come back to calm. To order. To normalcy.
When any other child is in charge (I’ve even tried this with the bigger kids on the weekends) I come back to chaos. Bedlam. Craziness.
But this morning, Poppy raised the bar. Again.
I went out and, as usual, assigned Poppy as the boss. Vivienne and Tallula have come to almost embrace this as fact – they recognized that they had their chances and well, it didn’t work out so well.
And when I came back in, all was well. No tears. No wrestling over the Leapster. Asher was still at the desk and nary a red flag had gone up.
The girls were nestled on the couch watching the last bit of Dora and, I think, birds were chirping right outside the window.
I commended them and said, “Wow, great job girls! Y’all did so good!”
I rest my case.