There really isn't a better moment for me to shine of shatter as a parent then when my girls are going crazy, at the same time, just before bed. My toddler just had a melt down about water. That doesn't seem so bad but when you give in to a toddlers request it won't be met with a "Thank you. Good night Mother," No, it is followed by a second, third, and fourth request.
Potty
Juice
Daddy
Grammy
Papa
Dede
Shoes
Socks
Pizza
Chips
Ice cream
1 Million Dollars
And while my eldest is belting out her request at the top of her lungs her younger sister, who doesn't want to be left out, just cries to join in the fun. So I just to ride the tantrum out. It's not even worth getting upset about. It always ends the same way. Eventually, she crashes and the Sand Man punches her in the face. All I have to do for the little one is give her the boob.
All is Well
Now I'm gonna go grab a slice of cake and call it a night.
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