This is a week of a million things to do. Aside from work, I need to finish the back-to-school shopping and organize for vacation. Meanwhile, my 7-year-old has started obsessing about his birthday. Which is in mid October.
He’s trying to figure out which Legos he wants and who will give him which sets.
“Can I get the Mandalorian Fighter from Nan Nan and Pop Pop? And the Starfighter from Aunt Amy?”
This is while I’m in Staples, trying to figure out what I’d already bought on the four back-to-school lists and what we still needed.
When we got home, and I was trying to catch up on work e-mails that came during our three-hour trip to the mall, he’s wondering if he can get the expensive set as a joint birthday/Christmas gift from Nan Nan and Pop Pop. He wants to know now.
And then when I’m pulling laundry out of the dryer, he wants me to come to the computer so he can show me what he wants. He’s like a fly, buzzing around my head. I keep waving my hand but he won’t go away.
Finally, I tell him to just make a list.
“Write down what you want,” I say, hoping that will give me a breather.
“Should I write down what I want or what I’m asking for?” he wants to know.
Is there logic to that question? Cause I’m still trying to figure it out.
But the task kept him busy for some time.
FranklyStein is a blog by Chesapeake Family Magazine editor Betsy Stein who lives in Catonsville with her husband, Chris, and four children, Maggie, 13, Lilly, 11, Adam, 11, and Jonah, 7.
