You know your kid wants something when he's up at 6 a.m. cleaning off the kitchen counter tops and trying to straighten up piles of mail and magazines into neat little stacks. The dog is fed. The pillows are straight and I think, if I'm not mistaken, the dirty glasses on the counter are in a nice straight line although completely unnecessary.
He wants something.
He has that spark in his eye. That little light of anticipation mixed with a not-so-subtle determination. It's the glimmer of hope.
He wants something.
As I'm debating what kind of coffee I'm going to brew, this kid is rambling on about how "even though it isn't Father's Day we should make Daddy a surprise breakfast!" I'm half listening to him shoot out ideas of concoctions we can create, something about sausage and a fripatta (frittata?) Whatever. I need a coffee.
He wants something.
I know this.
I made this brain. I think his thoughts before he thinks them. Mommy brain trumps baby brain. I take advantage. I got this.
"So we'll need that brown wooden serving tray then. Oh, but it's holding 5000 of your legos in the basement. Better go clean that off." He's determined now. Yay!
Then we'll need counter space! Why is your Valentine's day box still on the counter? Those piles of mail, old coloring projects and comic drawings will have to find a place. He says "but the magazine rack is overflowing." Well then we need to clean the magazine rack and throw away anything you don't love or want. Yay! Old papers have been bursting from all angles out of this wicker magazine holder for years. He now sees a need to clean it out- whoop whoop! Toss that crap!
I'm going to sit here and drink my coffee like a wise puppeteer and belt orders til everything I want done is done. Shoes will be picked up. Furniture will be dusted. Ironing will be....ok well maybe not quite ready for that yet.
Foot rub though. I am getting a foot rub out of this kid before 9 a.m. I am sure of it.
He wants something. And like his Mommy when he wants something he is going to get it. His mind is on a one way track to goal town and ain't nothin' getting in his way.
It's brain vs. brain here. If I check the history on his ipad I can tell you he's quite fond of a particular Police lego set. I know this because he googled it approx 85 times within the last 24 hrs. I know he will ask for this eventually. He wants it. He's got his eye on the prize.
I'm going to use his energy and gusto while I got it and who knows....maybe that lego set will be well earned. Or maybe he gets bored and starts playing with the dog or watching sponge Bob (please no, that voice is like a knife in my brain) or perhaps decides to begin playing with the 10000 legos he already has?!
Time will tell how long it will take before the fuel of wanting something is emptied from the tank.
But I'm going to ride this out until he quits.
Hate to run but I'm being beckoned to my foot massage.
