Good Lord it’s Friday!
Everything about this week sucked
Excluding my fan girl moment. (more on that soon ish)
My kid is trying to kill me. Stressing me out because she’s eating almost nothing.
Though today she took pity on me and was actually eating the dry cereal I was popping in her mouth. At least that has 100% of the daily recommended dose of Iron per cup.
Add a bite or two of steak with some egg at dinner and I am hoping that was something.
You would think she would eat more given she is so busy trying to climb everything.
I honestly don’t know what to do with her, I swear she’s going to fall off the couch one of these days if she isn’t careful.
I just barely caught her from toppling over the side today.
Between that, the water that got spilled into the couch and an almost full can of V8 that not only got all over kidlet when I tried to get her out of the way but also me, because I put her in my lap.
At least it wasn’t yesterday. I could put her in the bath with out worrying that the UPS truck would show up.
You know the same truck I had to pay $130 COD for the house mates car parts.
We also missed seeing the puraltor truck, but at least they left the box as it required no signature.
Thank you Amazon. One toddler pillow. (Not being used of course)
I am really missing the old 730 bed times around these parts but she just won’t roll back to that. It would also mean being up before 8, and I honestly am not much a fan of that either.
It’s funny, you put her in water and she is a totally different kid.
I have been throwing her in just for a break from the grumpy kid whos picky, barely eating, suddenly wanting to
eat sit in her high chair again instead of the booster seat.
She’s also nursing a ton and always wants me to be laying on the floor while she plays. If I’m not she’s pushing at me to do so. (WTF?)
I’ve come to realize she has associated certain dishes with actions and when I do something other than what she’s used to, she loses it.
She has small travel containers that stack interlockingly, I will put snacks in there and let her take them in the living room.
I made the mistake of putting her peas in one of the dishes today and went to the table.
Holy melt down.
Have I mentioned throwing her dirty diapers over the gate that blocks the front door because the diaper pail is in the laundry room?
Every. single. time.
Unless you manage to hide the dirty diaper from her line of sight and get the clean one on, she’s up and running stark naked to throw it over the gate every time. There’s no wrestling her.
She’s also discovered taking her shirts off.. and running away to not have to put diapers on.
Thank goodness I bought training pants early.
It’s one of those weeks where single parenting kicks my butt.
Where I would sell my soul to have a break, a hot bubble bath and a glass of wine.
Instead I settle for settling down beside a sleeping toddler and writing/reading and an early night, so I can do it all over again the next day.
I honestly don’t know how those with multiples do it and retain any sanity.
Someone had to have had a better week than we did here, share with me your sunshine.