Yesterday was one of my worst parenting days. You ever have one of those?
Coming off a night of tossing and turning I just shouldn’t have gotten out of bed. But with a 3 and a 4 year old, you really don’t have that option. So groggy with a bit of cotton-head I got up at 6:45 when my daughter called for me. Both of my kids always love to get up deliciously early.
My daughter got up on the wrong side of the bed. Everything from her dreams to her outfit were wrong. She didn’t even want to wear the underwear I had put out for her. Really? “It’s freakin’ underwear,” I could hear myself repeating in my head.
My son had just gotten up with my husband and was playing one of his new birthday games, Hungry Hungry Hippos. As my kids are allowed to open 2 gifts per day in the days following their special day to control the indulgence avalanche, he was ready to open his second gift.
It was a remote control car. Harmless enough—but a source of great argument when you have two children who are raised in a home where there is no such thing as a “girl toy” or a “boy toy.” They both wanted to play with it.
Two extremely “Type A” children, one car, one remote. You see where this is going? If they weren’t arguing with each other about whose turn it was, they Read more