Maura has this weird habit in the mornings. We get her up, we get her ready, etc…and then she follows me about the house.
I don’t know if she learned it from the dogs, or the dogs learned it from her, but on any given morning, I could be rushing about and have one child and two dogs hot on my heels. We live in a split level house, and so it’s five stairs up to bedrooms, five stairs down to family room, main level in the middle. Which means it gives Maura multiple levels to, say, hide her shoes. I’ll go try to hunt them down, only to turn around and find a traffic jam of girl and dogs on the stairs.
It’s one of those little things that drives me batty. Absolutely batty. Every time, I’ll say “Wait here.” and every time she’ll follow me. The dogs I can kennel or put outside at least. But Maura will always follow.
Part of the problem I have with it all is that I’m trying to rush and hurry and get the thing we need quickly. Maura doesn’t do quickly. I will be down the stairs, grabbing the thing, and halfway back when I run into her as she tries to keep up. So then I must herd her back to the main level. If we’re cutting it close to the bus’s arrival, it’s especially frustrating, because I was trying to do that one quick last minute thing and now, time has to stop so Maura can follow me back.
Granted, when she decides to go get something, she can disappear instantly. It’s one of her tricks.
This morning, I realized I reached a new parenting low. Because after having to climb around both Maura and the little dog, and losing Maura because she was trying to find her new book to bring to school, and figuring out that it was the book she wanted to find, I told her “Wait here, I’ll go find it.”
I started down stairs, and she started to follow.
“No…stay here….stay here….stay….good girl.”
And I realized what came out of my mouth.