So Jess, this is for you.
All others are welcome to read it but if you dare judge me for one second, my only response is that your time will come.
So, here's my journal entry from today.
What a day… at least Paul is home for it all.
Grace cut her own bangs this morning.
Then while I was in the shower, she ate 1/3 of a bottle of
chewable vitamins. I still am not quite
sure how she got past the child proof lid.
We might have a genius on our hands.
Or, at the very least, a wildly determined child. I might add here that the only reason we had
these particular vitamins is because she opened the bottle WHILE WE WERE IN THE
STORE. They are the Disney ones that are
double the price of the generic.
She slapped me.
Yep. I was already raving mad
about the hair. And then she slapped
me. Mad you ask? At this picturesque / right of passage moment? Yep.
Fuming. Her hair was SO FREAKING
CUTE. And now… It was all I could do not to slap her back.
Then, we barely caught her as she was inches from shoving a
key into the electrical outlet.
Then she whipped said keys hanging from a lanyard at me
like she was David-slaying-Goliath-with-a-sling-and-a-rock. Again, I did not hit her, though the
temptation was considerably stronger.
Then she colored all over her book with a pen. 10 minutes after apologizing to the librarian
for ripping a book ON PURPOSE last week.
Will I ever learn?
She’s napping now.
We’ll see how this evening goes.
When we took her to the store this afternoon, we cinched her so tightly into the cart; there was no telling what she might have done otherwise.
She still got out.
So that was my day. Nope. No pearls of wisdom or perky conclusions. Just a plain old rundown of some of the more colorful events of the day.
