Nearly all the pediatric literature points to the fact that pre-school kids like to know what to expect. Therefore having already committed 13 years of my life being employed by children’s hospitals, I rolled with it. But given last night’s shenanigans, I’m thinking I need to be a bit more selective as to when I apply this tactic:
7:00 p.m.: “Daddy – did you know we’re going to the GYM tomorrow morning?! We’re gonna play basketball. And I’m going to wear my shiny shorts, my Nike shirt and bring my train ball. And I’m going to beat you. It’s going to be so fun. Right, Mommy?”
7:15 p.m.: “Mommy, we’re going to the gym tomorrow, right?! Wait – can we go now, or is it not tomorrow night yet?”
8:08 p.m.: “Mommy. Daddy. I’m taking a bath so I can be super prepared for my gym day tomorrow.”
8:40 p.m.: Tantrum coupled with “BUT I WANT TO BE AT THE GYM NOW. I’M JUST GOING TO STAY UP UNTIL WE GO TO THE GYM.”
9:10 p.m.: “I just need ONE more drink so I’m hydrated for the gym.”
9:40 p.m.: “I can’t shut my eyes because I’m thinking about the gym.”
12:13 a.m.: “DADDY – THE SUN’S ALMOST UP – WE’RE GOING TO THE GYM!”
1:41 a.m.: “The thunder woke me up, so we might as well go to the gym.”
3:22 a.m.: Undecipherable whining but clearly heard the work “gym.”
4:52 a.m.: “Is the gym open now?”
6:10 a.m.: “Let’s go eat our eggs, which are protein, so we can go to the gym. Wait – I don’t want to eat, I just want to go to the gym.”
6:59 a.m.: “I’m going to FINALLY wake Daddy so we can all go to the gym.”
8:10 a.m.: We arrive at the damn gym.
10:05 a.m.: Fit because we’re leaving the gym.
Wish I loved the gym that much...
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