“I’m so stressed. I have so many things to do.”
Nope, that’s not me saying it.
My five-year-old son rolls back and forth on our family room carpet. “MOOOOOMMMMM”.
Oh geez, this has nothing to do with how much he has to do. He’s 5. We don’t live on a dairy farm. His “so much to do” is filling his water bottle and putting his lunch in his backpack.
No, he does not have too much to do. I know what’s really going on. It’s what always happens in the morning.
My son wants my full attention. He doesn’t want me talking to his sister. He doesn’t want me to get ready. He wants my eyes completely on him and focused on his needs.