Micro-management

Details...

Yuck...

I'm really a big picture kind of gal.

You know...
I SEE the forest and pretty much ignore the trees.

That's why I DESPISE the fact that I am forced to be a
micromanager in my life.

Parents, you know what I mean by this.
It is our job and God-given duty to pay attention to minutia...

Did you wash your hair? use conditioner? brush your teeth? go to the bathroom?
Is your homework done?
You missed number 5; redo it.
When is your test?
Did you study?
Where are your flash cards?
Did you put your plate in the dishwasher?
Have you made your bed this morning?
Where are your shoes? your jacket? your gloves?
Yes, we have to drive back to school to find the new hat you lost or else you are buying yourself a new one with the money you earned doing chores that I had to keep track of and enforce.
No, you can't watch screens anymore today. I kept track and you used up your two hours.
You can't have your medicine until 9:15 because I last gave it to you at 5:15 and we must wait four hours.
Where is your backpack?
You forgot your math book. Go to the neighbor's and borrow hers. Do it again and you're grounded.
Did you remember deodorant?
When did you last change your underwear?
Are you sure you only want to wear shorts to bed in this cold weather?
How about another blanket?
Put some cream on that dry skin of yours.
Did you clean your room? put your clothes away? make your bed?
Where's my hug?

In isolation, these details don't speak.
You don't even know they have infiltrated your day.
But some days
you listen to yourself
and all you hear
is the micromanager in you...

I personally hear
Charlie Brown's teacher's voice
wah-waaah-wah-wah-wah-wah

So

When I go to school
and encounter the micromanagers
with whom I sometimes work,
don't be surprised to hear the echoes of
wah-waaah-wah-wah-wah-wah
wafting through the hallways...

It is the sound I cry out as I BANG into the trees.
I really do prefer the forest...