I am “that” mom. I never thought I would be that mom.
you know, the one who buys multiple gallons of milk at once (i was never a big milk drinker so this never crossed my mind)
the one whose kid is throwing a fit in the store.
the one who has a meltdown and has to put her kid in her crib and shut the door for no other reason than to save both our sanity.
the one who throws empty threats… (as if she understands them aka- if you don’t eat your dinner you’re not going to have toys in the bath tonight…. really, Courtney?)
I feel like I’ve fallen so short the last few days. In my defense Payton has had an attitude like something fierce. Granted she is teething, and had an allergic reaction to the laundry detergent I bought. (Which would explain why I haven’t written the blogs that I have been planning) and man, oh man, I just feel like a horrible person when I run out of patience. She has always been a little clingy to mama, but she has been extra clingy lately. I feel like I just don’t know what to do sometimes. I wonder if it was something I did to make her this way or if its just a phase.
But she is still just too cute. I don’t want to create a monster though. Finding balance is hard. Advice welcome.
How can your heart not be melted by this?