Our Kids

Okay so today was going oh so well. We had played, had the house cleaned and even met Daddy for a snack and then it happened. Lela’s ugly green monster visited. How can it be going so well to all turn to total crap so quickly? I mean who knew and really how the hell am I supposed to know. Here is the deal, we get home from our snack date and I ask the girls to remember to bring in their shoes. Piper asks why and I tell her because then we will know where they are when we want to wear them. Lela starts to whine that she does not want to bring in her shoes, so I say okay and I get her shoes. THEN I assume that she won’t want to carry her two dolls and doll bottle into the house either so I grab those….WHOA NELLY.

Here is where I should burn in all eternity for actually picking up her doll. As you can imagine (if you can’t, just try to go there, it is somewhere dark and scary) I was in deep doodoo now. It went from whining to full on meltdown and I could barely set my keys down without sending her into some sort of screaming rage. I swear I wanted to slam my head against the counter until I passed out in the hope that it would all be over when I regained consciousness. Instead I had my moment, she had her moment and when we were all emotioned out we chatted about how we both could have handled it better. I suppose I should realized that she is cut from my cloth and the emotion overload I feel she feels as well but she does not have the ability to process it yet and sometimes neither do I.