Parenting has its fair share of rough days. For example, Maggie's molars are coming in. And they are making it difficult for both of us to sleep. Also, I have told both my girls repeatedly that pooping is for their teachers at school, not for mommy and daddy. And yet they continue to deliberately disobey me. Furthermore, even though we currently have 361 days until Christmas, Hannah continues to try to spread Christmas cheer by singing loud for all to hear instead of going to bed at night. And then she is mysteriously all out of Christmas cheer in the morning and instead only has an intense rage directed towards anyone who tries to dress her.
So last night, after being kept up by Hannah's singing, I was woken up by Maggie's molars. I took Maggie to the living room and, as I tiptoed out of my bedroom, I'm pretty sure I stepped in dog vomit. Then I changed like ten poopy diapers (on the world's squirmiest baby) in a row. Or something like that. And a few hours later, I had to get up and dress my shrieking ninja toddler.
On any day, but especially days like this, I think it is important to find a few things you are grateful for before you go to bed. Like the giant smiles Maggie gives when she first sees you. Or the way Hannah can creativity incorporate the words "poop" and "pee" into any children's or Christmas song. Or the way the kids in Hannah's class say, "Hi, Mommy! Hi, Daddy!" when any parent comes in. Or how great Oreo cookies go with champagne. Or even how, at least Junebug threw up on the floor and not in the bed! How can you be upset when your dog so graciously puked in some place that wasn't your bed?! See! Is there nothing Pollyanna can't fix?