I am convinced that in a past life Laurel was a man that couldn't commit.

I am convinced that in a past life Laurel was a man that couldn't commit.  Her art of stalling is matched by no other. For example.....well, please read for yourself:

(This is bedtime.)
Just a few minutes more of t.v. before jammies (I so want to change the station..Freak you Nick Jr.)
I love this song..not yet. (This song sucks)
Two more minutes..(Longest two minutes of my life)
I need you to stand with me while I brush (Really?? You need an escort? Is something happening in the bathroom that I don't know about?)
At least, put my toothpaste on the brush.  It is hard to get the cover off.. (Your fingers are nimble. I have seen them work on a pack of fruit snacks.)
Let's floss..(Stay calm..Good blog!..happy place, happy freakin' place!!)
I need to re-arrange my stuffies..they don't look right.. (They are probably full of bugs.  I swear they smell funny.)
I think I need a band-aid..look at my toe (There is nothing there..but dirt)
My covers are so messy, I need to fix them.. (I believe you get an allowance for making your bed..no allowance this week.)
I am so thirsty (No you are not.)
Where is my lucky rubberband? (In Hell!  I didn't say that..yeah, I did.)
I don't like that book..I need to choose...(You have 22 minutes left..)


I try not to rush or be stern with Laurel. (Stern--my ass..it is about avoiding shrieking like a monkey.) This is not the way I want her to end her day (or mine).  While my example is before bed, her stalling happens before to school as well..or and if I have to pick her up and she is hanging with Paul, Oliver or some kid named Eddie. (Oh Christ..) Again, I try to stay calm as possible..

Perhaps, soon,  she will know my version of hustle (and no stalling)..right now, because of her Saturday dance class, she just knows it as an old lady dance.