Everything was going just fine yesterday. And then it all hit the.... My hormones were raging. My patience was nil. Jaeden had to poop, but she didn't want to. After the first several times of, "Mommy, ouch, I have to poop!" and running to the bathroom with little success, I was at wit's end. I tried everything. Rationalizing with her, bribing her, there were tears, I yelled (once or twice). And this all took place over an hour (or two). "Mommy," she whined. The phone was ringing. "Mommy!" The dog was at my heels (or standing stationary where I wanted to walk)... "Mommy!" I had had enough. She finally pooped (in retrospect I should have realized she had a tummyache). OK, let's get out of the house. Let's go to the grandparents'. Jaeden told me ("Mommy!") she wanted to wear jeans, so we went downstairs to the dryer to get the jeans, but as I am putting them on her she says, "Mommy, I don't like these jeans." "Too bad," was my reply. Yikes.
So we are dressed and ready to go (I was in sweats, no makeup and hadn't brushed my teeth). "Mommy!" Clark was being dumb and didn't wait for me to put the seats down in the back of the van. He jumped right into the well and then proceeded to start jumping up so that he could see what was going on. After dragging him out of the van, putting the seats down, and putting Clark back in, it was time to buckle Jaeden in. As I started to get the straps, Jaeden whined (for the millionth time), "Mommy!", to which I replied (perhaps a little too loudly and a little too sternly), "WHAT!?!?!?" She looked at me sweetly and said, "I got you flowers."
I gave her a kiss, got behind the wheel and started to cry.
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