The other morning I woke up to find my child and the bathroom vanity covered in the contents of my makeup bag (the worst part turned out to be on the side that you can't see!). It was like lipstick cave paintings. She also hauled off and bit a kid at school, and she cut her hand on a glass votive holder that she wasn't supposed to be playing anywhere near. Then she complained because she dripped blood on her new stickers, and I found myself yelling "WELL IF YOU DON'T WANT BLOOD ON YOUR TOYS, STOP PLAYING WITH BROKEN GLASS!!".
Watch out Britney. There's a new Mother of the Year in town.
Today her school was closed for Veteran's Day, and she spent the day at home with me, while I desperately tried to work. I just finished, about 15 minutes ago. I started roughly 16 hours ago. Chicken, egg, egg, chicken.
All's I know is, I'm tired. And she'll be in to wake me up again any minute now.

3 comments:
Sister I feel your pain!!!! I'd like to say it is just a phase but I am currently holding out that turning 4 will be the point the sharpie wall art will stop -- I swear she sniffs them out (on top of the fridge)
save that pic..... and show it when she brings her first boyfriend home...then you'll have your revenge!
T
Just wait until she starts flushing coins down the toilet. I don't even want to say that for fear she'll do it.
I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy. Well, actually, I might.
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