Picking your battles

Life, for me, is a constant assessment of what I can let go, and what I must deal with.

Take a morning with Cael, for example;

Me: “Come on mate, get ready, we’re going to the park.”
Cael: “Noooooo, no park. Beach.”
Assess: Doable. No battle.

Me: *making sandwiches at the bench “I’m just getting lunch ready then we’ll go.”
Cael: “Noooooo, sammich gukky. Guk.” *goes to fridge and insists on taking a punnet of cherry tomatoes.
Assess: Wattevs, pack both anyway. No battle.

Cael: *clomps down hallway wearing Ruby’s shoes. Insists on wearing them.
Assess: Passion vs practicality. Passion wins. No battle.

Cael: *naked, with the exception of Ruby’s shoes, drops to ground, squeals and refuses all other garments.
Assess:No deal mate. Swords drawn, CHARRRRGE!

Are you the same? What lines do you find yourself drawing when it comes to what you can let go?