It was one of those mornings where kidlet takes her time doing everything. Brush teeth? Twice. Elaborate hairdo request? Yup. They are merely ponytails, but this is hard for the hair-impaired such as myself. I ask which shoes she'd like and the answer was "sneakers". We start to put them on. "I want to tie, Mama! Let me do it!" "Honey," (undercurrent of impatience starts to swell) "You need to let me do it. If we had more time, you could try. We. Have. To. Go. Now." Coats are debated over. "Yellow." No, it's too chilly for that one. "Pink." We start out the door. "BOOOOOOTS! I WANNA WEAR MY BOOTS!" "Honey. We. Have. To. Go. NOW." "BOOOOOTS..." The tears start. I snap at her, "We don't have time to go back. We are running late! NO." Full crying mode. We get in the car and drive. Between sniffles, she sings her new favorite sad song by Gonzo on the Muppet CD. My heart is broken.
I am a schmuck. How long would it have taken to change into boots? Mmm, maybe a minute. I can blame it on my lack of sleep last night, the stress of work and school but really, she's a two year old. Patience, Ani, patience! Please, throw overripe tomatoes at me and give me stern looks. Thank you.
1 comment:
ahh, give yourself a break. Some mornings just go like this. give your girl a big hug and forgive yourself at the same time...
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