Cleaning sticky PB&J, mashed banana, and crunched goldfish off the kitchen floor three times a day just isn't as cute as it seemed when Jackson did it. And that's three outfits a day and at least one bath a day.
Teething and the grumpiness that goes along with it is grating my nerves.
The experimental screaming at unhuman decibles and pitches has me a bit on edge.
Not to mention the constant climbing, falling and tripping. Therefore subsiquent crying, bleeding, and bandaging.
The temper tantrums are professional! Complete with hitting others, banging of the head, and feet flailing.
And all the while, Jackson is clamoring for attention by:
a) dumping out a bag of cookies on the couch
b) drawing on himself with a pen
c) hitting/pushing/pinching aformentioned already grumpy toddler
d) discovering the skill of lying about hitting/pushing/pinching
e) yes there's an "e" and yes it's for all of the above
I need patience. I need a nap. I need a housekeeper. I need to thank God for my precious Tornado and Trouble.
Amen.
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