Some Days Are Better Than Others

Last night I heard from the kitchen, “Mommy, I under the mistletoe! I under the mistletoe Mommy, come kiss me!”

I tried to keep that sweet, funny little girl in my mind while I endured two hours worth of tantrums this morning. It started out like any other morning, but wound up being one mini-tantrum after another – about wanting to keep her pajamas on, which pants she was going to wear (mind you, I was just trying to put on the ones she picked out), which bowl she was going to use for breakfast (again, she picked it out in the first place)… Then she wanted a new box of cereal instead of the one already open, insisted that her cup (which had been in the cupboard just minutes before) was old and dirty and she needed a fresh cup, and ultimately decided she just wasn’t going to eat breakfast.

Don’t even ask about the fact that she was pretending to be a puppy and crawling on the floor in the mall a couple hours after that. I’m trying to block that incident out of my mind.

Yep. Some days are definitely better than others. Today was not one of those days. It’s a good thing she’s so darn cute…