I would be lying, if I made it look like my life is full of lovelies everyday.
I have been having such stress with my girls the last 3 days- that today I mentally pictured myself with the top of my head literally blowing off.
I told G tonight,
“I ask myself 50, no 100, times a day what I am doing wrong and- I don`t know… they are just so grouchy”.
He calmly said, “It`s not you- it`s them”.
That`s what I thought!
Laila cries 24/7- I pity her so bad, but I`m not sure what`s wrong with her. She does not appear to be sick, just very hot and angry.
Elle, well, here`s a snapshot of a few moments with that little darling. Oh, I just can`t help but love her.
The other night she was wearing panties, although not fully trained. She was in the fridge– like she is NOT supposed to be- and dumped a jar of salsa out onto the floor. She must have been riddled in guilt and nervous, because she also peed right there, in the middle of the salsa mess.
If you think cleaning up a salsa-pee combo is not fun- well, you just don`t have a good sense of humor!
Today in Target Elle dumped a box of apple juice over Laila`s head. The juice went in my purse too.
Apple juice is sticky.
I took off Laila`s shirt, and made Elle wear just her undershirt, so Laila could have Elle`s top shirt.
Got all that?
Laila`s hair got real crunchy and curly, once the juice dried. So after that, every stop we made- when we went through the cash line, I felt the need to explain why her hair looked like that to the cashier.
Yes, G says I have a tendency to over share.
And that sometimes I talk, just to fill awkward silences.
Today at Aldi, Elle screamed so loudly for an apple, as we went through the cash line, that finally a grouchy, little grandma- that had been staring at us earlier- called over to me,
“Can I give her an apple?”
I heard, but had no idea she was talking to me.
I looked up when I heard,
“CAN I GIVE HER AN APPLE!?”
“Um yes!” I said, excited.
She walked over to our line and gave it to Elle. She said,
“Will you be nice to your mama now?”
Elle firmly shook her head NO, and swung her swishy hair from side to side.
I know though- that that little gramma knows… this mama`s got `er covered!
Or how about the other night when I was getting ready for a school function by myself and Elle got perm marker and wrote all over our bed sheets.
Big black swirlies all over the sheets we love.
Five minutes later-
Right before we were ready to leave, I couldn`t find Elle. I looked for her so long, I finally called G at school. He said he would leave right away and come home to help me find her.
As soon as I hung up the phone I heard a girlie squeak. About 5 minutes later, I finally found her, huddled in a little corner, up in my art room.
Clutching a red perm marker.
She had gotten a little jab of it, on her new blouse I had just bought for her. 🙁
I was gonna close with some uplifting pictures- from every day life around here. But in going with the theme, I guess today you get these:
“Oh, momma- how can you not love this noodle/snot/pizza sauce face?”
This exquisite photograph is called,
Noodles on floor.
Dancing in my mess.. and PROUD of it.