case of the Mondays

I had really been looking forward to Monday. In the back of my head I knew that it was going to be our last Mommy and Caroline day for two weeks. This spelled imminent disaster of course because whenever I try to make a day special it absolutely falls apart. So I was not surprised when my toddler decided she really didn’t want to go to the library and wanted to stay in her pajamas. I was not surprised that she was smiling one moment and screaming the next. All. Morning. Long. I tried to pick my jaw up off the ground when she asked to leave the library before her class ended. I didn’t pick my bottom teeth up fast enough. I wanted to walk away claiming she had just followed me in as she lay on the story carpet screaming, kicking her feet and making an absolute scene. Broccoli and Cheddar soup – CANCELLED. Our day yesterday felt like one gigantic battle of wills and allow me to share that she beat me. I still say she cheated, but she won. I hate raising my voice to her. I hate placing her into perpetual time out. I wanted to snuggle and share smiles and enjoy a special day with her, but she and those two-year $hitheads/molars had other plans. We did manage to get her to bed on the early side – all that whining is pretty tiring afterall. She needed her rest to prepare her vocal chords for the day ahead.

Days like Monday not only challenge me, but force me to question my core as a mother. What am I doing wrong? If I say please stop one more time I think my head will explode. Why doesn’t she understand that she cannot hide behind her crib/jump from rocks/throw her fork? How is she able to selectively mute me? Does she realize I will stop putting her in time out/speaking loudly if she STOPS this atrocious behavior? What could possibly be wrong with your sandwich?

Caroline is entitled to a bad day every now and again. In fact, if she didn’t I’d be checking her for an on/off switch because only a robot could be so perfect all of the time. It’s Tuesday and I already miss her terribly. I am literally counting down the final five minutes of the day so I can race to school and cover her sweet face with kisses. Even on her worst day, she is the best thing in my life.

Here’s a few shots of her this weekend playing in auntie's makeup bag and throwing rocks with Papa.


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