A little laughter

So last week I was rattling off to my mother about why I was so tired and the usual came up: I have to keep telling MAC the same thing over and over again. Yes the first 2 (sometimes even 3) times I try to be polite and nice but by the 3rd, 4th, 5th time I am no longer in the mood to be nice. MAC likes to call me the "Mean Nasty Mommy" at that point. She tends to point out that I am not asking in a nice voice (like I tell her she should) and that I am not treating her the way that I want to be treated.

Mom said to me that I should remember that everything is better with a little laughter. I decided to try it and the next time I asked her to do something and she didn't listen I made a joke about it to her. She laughed and then actually listened to me.

Today we had another situation along those same lines. She needed to take her pills, do homework and read before she went to bed. When I told her this she ignored me. When I made a joke about it and what could happen she laughed and repeated back to me what she needed to do.

I guess Mom was right, a little laughter does go a long way.