I'll Learn

You know the days. The days where you try all morning to get things done and clean just to have your toddler come right behind and undo and unclean it all. I've been particularly frustrated and edgy the last few days as my only goal has been to have the house organized when J gets home. You know, to justify why I sink into the couch exhausted after dinner until Abbey goes to sleep. This morning after she pulled my makeup bag off the counter, spilling everything, thrown most of breakfast on the floor, then pulled every article of clothes out of her drawers again, I'd had it. As I was thinking a few choice words while she whined for more milk-cookies-juice-TV-whatever, Abbey squeezed her doll and it let out that recorded cry.

It always concerns her and she went right over and got 'beebee' a blanky and whispered calming words to her. That kid is so sweet. Can you see the worry in her face? Bad mood: over.