This is a given in a parent's life, you assume that you are going to spend huge swaths of your waking hours repeating yourself over and over and over.
Brush your teeth.
Brush your teeth now
Eldest! Brush your teeth
Are you listening? Brush your teeth.
Don't wait till I yell at you to brush your teeth!
Too late. Now brush your teeth.
We have a similar issue with the architect and builder. For example, the contractor brought samples for the tiles for the terrace yesterday. The man and I decided, pretty much instantly, which one we wanted. The architect wanted the other one (of course), we went round it again, and we decided that we still wanted the red one. We told them that. They asked again and again and again, we kept saying 'the red one'. Again and again and again.
The architect urged us to spend the weekend thinking about it. I ask you, how long do you have to spend on this? It is a tile choice, not an ethical debate. We want the red!
Then the builder took me up to the terrace to look at them in place after the man and the architect had to leave. I re-reiterated that we wanted the red. Red red red red red I said.
(Do you like green eggs and ham? This post makes me feel faintly Dr Suess-ish.)
He wants me to call him and let him know at the beginning of next week which one we want.
In a word,
They clearly have never been paint shopping with me. I'm in and out of faster than you can survey the tuna fish aisle, and I always like the colours I choose too.