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| The milk thing? They were being kittens. That's what happens when they ask to "get a glass of milk" without supervision... |
Short nights make the days seem longer I think. I was tired by dinnertime & got frazzled easily. Trying to get dinner ready quickly while a crying infant is hanging on your pant legs and a very "helpful" two-year old is trying to grate cheese that's still in a wrapper & steal the garlic cloves is more of a recipe for stress then pizza. And stressed I was...
"Toby, mommy just needs a minute."
"Toby, please stop touching."
"No!! You need to go in the other room. Mommy needs a minute!"
Ugh. I took a break to feed the baby dinner. She was so pleasant & ate so well! I breathed a sigh of relief & said, "mommy got really stressed & angry. I'm sorry. Mommy needs to work on handling her stress better."
Her response:
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| Note the strawberry stained bib and tray from dinner...yesterday... #thecleaningfairyisslacking #momfail |
But that's the thing. I didn't need a response. I just needed to sit down, take a deep breath, & let it out. Sometimes you just need to say it like it is, even if the only one listening is an eight month old. :)
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