I don't know which one of you intruders snuck in and force fed the kids crazy pills last night but I am your biggest notfan right now because this morning just about killed a Grace. Julia and Sebastian's day isn't complete unless they get a minimum of ten good screaming fights in but today they amped it up to 20 before they'd been awake for a solid hour. I was getting all gloaty and pat-myself-on-the-backy for letting the kids feed themselves their own bowls of instant oatmeal (what? "naturally flavored" "whole grains" and "heart healthy" doesn't scream HIGH STANDARD OF LIVING to you?) and when I'd gotten out of the shower their bowls were licked clean which does not happen because Sebastian has recently entered the reign of picky eater terror. I went to go get my coddle and congrats on when I saw that he had shoved the bowl's entire contents under his booster and in case you have a lower standard of living than I do you'll not know that dried instant oatmeal has the exact consistency of dried cement 20 years after it's been poured.
And you know how I feel about music when I run/walk. I loaded the kids up to find that my iPod had been switched on (blaming Sebastian but it may have been me) and was now dead and yes I shed a tear because I cannot walk/run to the tune of nothing. I kept swearing that Julia's faux fur (almost three and she totes that thing around like the blanket junkie that she is and might always be) was getting caught in the wheels because SURELY the kids weren't that difficult to push/my minimal arm strength hadn't vanished over the course of my two day break away from the chariot. Yep -- that heavy. And about to get heavier because I'll be needing to strap a fire extinguisher to my person for my lungs on any future runs that might possibly occur. Might might might. Might is the key right there.
But then I saw Julia chugging over toward a crying Theo assuring him, "I'll help you!!"
and it's not even that cute but in that moment I smiled because I hadn't gotten my morning smile in for the day. (I think the volume needs to be CRANKED to work - sorry).
therapy for Theodore from grace patton on Vimeo.
So if her future as a professional Sebastian harasser doesn't pan out I think Therapist for Theodore has a nice ring to it.
bleh. I'm such a mom. SUCH a mommy blogger.