Some days, it just feels so dang good to be a parent. I’ve got it together. My house is somewhat clean. My child gives me snuggles. My husband and I share a leisurely glass of wine while watching vampire porn (what, you aren’t a True Blood fan??).
But, oh, some days it is hard. And I know I don’t have it the hardest of everyone out there reading, but can I just share how ridiculous our lives have felt since yesterday evening? Here’s what we’ve been dealing with:
* Natalie wakes us up this morning an hour early. By screaming bloody murder.
* Natalie refuses breakfast. And refuses snuggles. And refuses getting dressed.
* We wrangle the kid into clothes and try to get ourselves looking pretty for some family photos. When the photographer arrives, Natalie decides she hates her parents and cries hysterically if we try to hold her, and she simply runs away if we try to sit or stand next to her.
* Instead of my 3-cup a week coffe habit (er, goal), I have already consumed 3 cups just today.
And that’s all before my workday. Oh, how will I make it to the weekend?