This little ritual pretty much sums up my entire day. A certain short person with dark blonde wisps of curls and big brown eyes has been testing my patience all day. ALL. DAY. Today consisted of lots of mini-chats with The Big Man upstairs,
Up and down my legs have gone, numerous times over--jumping up to stop a testy toddler from throwing picture frames across the floor. Stern looks followed by "Stop. That hurts Mommy!" was the motto of the day, due to that certain short person slapping a decreasingly patient momma across the face.
Count to ten, Katie. Breathe. Repeat.
I stuck to my guns when I refused to be a short-order chef at lunch. I'll be sure to let you know when "NOOO!! PIIIIZZZZZAAAAAA!!" stops ringing in my ears. Apparently quesadillas were not good enough today and throwing food on the floor was the next best thing. That doesn't fly with this momma.
A much needed nap on both ends helped a little, and don't get me wrong--between the excessive frustrating moments, there were bursts of giggles and kisses--all appreciated, of course. But by 6pm, yoga was calling--no make that--screaming my name: "Katie, you need me! Come to me!" Fortunately for me, a very loving grandpa (thanks, Dad!) was willing to take care of Little Miss while I got my yoga on.
How humbling it was. I feel re-centered and aligned.
I'm ready for a new day.