Oh how quickly the arrogant, cocky, self-sure fall. There I was last week proclaiming how SMOOTH the mornings were, other than the boy, and now yet another morning in a row, those three are proving to be obstinate, frustrating, loud, obnoxious, and incapable of choosing.
I fixed part of it. At least the choosing. I'm so sick of the words "I'm thinking!" Now, they have one minute to choose. If they don't, they're eating whatever they had the day before.
We prize choice in our society, but Barry Schwartz's Paradox of Choice shows us why too many choices is actually detrimental to our happiness levels. Now, if you know me, my personal thought is no choice is necessary--get it all!--but my kids are often incapable of choosing. It would be easier to never make them choose, but then how will they ever do it?
The reality is that I don't have all day to let them choose their breakfast. Giving them an appropriate amount of time and then making the choice for them (what they chose the day before) solves the problem and will hopefully help them make the choice the next day. It doesn't mean they won't still drive me batty, though.
Why can't they be more like me and just eat the same thing every morning? Sometimes no choice is the best choice of all.