Pushing Buttons

Every morning as we get to the top of the steps in front of my daughter’s daycare building, she rushes up to press the access button to open the door. Every morning we stand there patiently waiting for the door to slowly open. Every morning, at least one unfortunate parent and child arrive at just the wrong time for the child to be the one to push the access button. Every morning, at least one unfortunate parent ends up standing outside in the cold and rain, waiting for that door to slowly close so that their child can be the next to push the access button.

Every Saturday morning as we walk up to the rec centre for the kids’ swim lessons, they race over to the access button. If the door is already open, they linger, waiting to be the one to push the button. Sometimes we wait, with extreme impatience and counting down loudly, for the door to open and close for each of them as we head home after lessons.

And dare I mention elevators? It is an exercise in button management to ensure that each child gets a turn to push a button. A button to summon the elevator. A button to select the destination. A button to close the door. Some days it seems that there are just not enough buttons to go around.

I’d like to know, what buttons are your children pushing?!

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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9 Responses to Pushing Buttons

  1. sillyliss says:

    They are pushing all my buttons! And all the ones you mentioned, too!

  2. I don’t care if the oldest lady in the world, hobbling along on her walker is on her way to the emergency room, once that last “close doors” button has been pushed, those doors are closing. I have not the patience nor the math skills to work out the prior button management… Plus one.
    Sorry old lady, you’re waiting for the next one.

  3. They love all kinds of buttons really, but mine especially. If only they’d focus more on elevator buttons and give mine a break!

  4. rossmurray1 says:

    I have teenagers: the remote.

  5. My sons still fight over the elevator buttons and the oldest one is eleven. The fourteen year old daughter has (thankfully) decided she’s ok leaving it to them. On one recent vacation we had to assign days. Each day, one got the button to call the elevator and the other got the one to select a floor. Sometimes they still couldn’t help (knowingly) pushing the other child’s button and starting WWIII.

  6. Mine say they’re hungry at bed time. Grrr.

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