You are sweet and adorable. You are funny and photogenic. You are my delight and joy. You challenge and teach and amaze me everyday. You have the worst singing voice I have ever heard, it is alternately hilarious and migraine inducing. You are 2 1/2 years old.
I got up early this morning, showered and was ready for the day before you woke. I had our day mapped out, chores planned, playtime prioritized and dinner in mind before breakfast. A truly remarkable start to a day for me having all this done before you watched Dora, Diego and/or Little Einstines. By 5 o'clock, I wanted to run away from home. You are loud. You are insistent. You are Velcro-ed to my side. We went to the library right after nap time and I had to carry you out screaming. I won't even begin to discuss dinner, after dinner, or bedtime except to say that your Daddy is the BEST. Today was not fun-I want to run away from home.
Just for the record–our journal of living (not counting good or challenging days) a really HARD day.
Just for the record, I think we all have these days. At least I know I do. Our Daddy was a life saver yesterday too…arriving just as I begin to prepare dinner. And the sunshine was a big help too. The bad, pull-out your hair days just make the good ones even better.