#notwinning

It was one of those mornings...you know the kind. The kind of morning that makes you feel like you really stink at life aka #notwinning. It begins at 4AM, with a toddler screaming next to you as you realize that all of you are in a pool of pee. Awesome. It's your fault - you and sick girl were so tired that you passed out at 7PM - and you forgot to put a night diaper on her. Back to sleep for a few hours...6AM brought a semblance of a smile and a request for milk. Thirty minutes later it started...the toddler switch flipped:

• You tell her to get dressed and she flops on the floor screaming.
• You try to put her underwear on and she screams "pee-pee" and runs to the toilet...crying while going potty.
• You try to get her dressed and she doesn't like that shirt...more flopping/screaming.
• Downstairs; you're trying to make her lunch and she's screaming from the couch - "MIIIIIILK". But you're worried about her guts, so her dairy consumption has been decreased. More screaming.
• While screaming, her binkie falls on the floor and she screams for it. You suggest getting off the couch and walking around to get the binkie. More screaming and crocodile tears.
• A few minutes later, you realize she's yelling "horsie"...wherein you pull a Grandma Leda - "yes, I told you that you could take horse riding lessons; but you have to be a big girl to take lessons, you have to use your words and be patient..." Silence, as it sinks in...then you hear a "milk, please". You crack a little and pause...enough pause that the screaming begins again. Cannot.Win.This.One.

This goes on throughout the morning routine...even up to the point when you drop her off at school. You're trying to stay positive as you hand her over to her favorite "Miss Ria" and you tell her that you "love her so". She's so mad/frustrated/toddlerish that she won't give you air "besos" or wave goodbye. Your heart breaks a little, but you send air kisses over anyway...so she knows. She knows that even though the morning was the epitome of #notwinning, it will be okay. Mommy goes to work with tears in her eyes, knowing that at pick-up time - her eyes will light up when she sees you. This rotten morning will be ancient history. I am counting the minutes until that moment...

xo