This afternoon Lily wanted tea.
I didn’t really object to Lily having tea. I mean, it’s tea. What’s not to like? I’d even boiled the water. (For other purposes.)
But if Lily has tea, Wyatt and Rory have to have tea too.
And while Lily is kinda sorta capable of cleaning up the sugar she will spill, and putting the mug and spoon in the dishwwaher, Rory and Wyatt are less so. (Actually Rory is really good at the dishwasher. But she spills sugar.)
And they use mugs. And spoons. And I emptied the dishwasher twice today. I just couldn’t do it.
I know, I know, your kids empty your dishwasher. And wipe the counter. And don’t put sugar in their tea. But you are a much better parent than I am. Mine…don’t.
Result: Lily, who asked, got a mug of this weird Thai hot coffee mix she likes, and no one else got anything. There was much whining, but they survived.
My recollection of life as an only child was that I pretty much always got tea, but I really wanted a sister.