Dear Lili,
I love you babe – but you are a major slob. Half eaten pretzel sticks soggy and gross at the bottom of my purse. Spilled strawberry milk on our rug. Sticky applesauce on our blankets. Toothpaste smeared on our shower curtain. Pizza stained wall streaks near your tiny table and chairs where you eat in our living room. Splattered hummus here and there. Despite making you sit still while eating accept for occasional snacks in your room – I can’t figure out for the life of me how it happens.
And last night after a long long day of picking up after you – toys strewn about like a plastic explosion – I watched the final straw as you….
held a tiny bag of 10 cheddar bunny shaped crackers in your hand
proceeded to drop them accidentally and everywhere as you ran across your room in innocent glee for a toy
and as you ran back towards me again – despite the random nature of the dispersed crackers – you somehow managed to step…and crunch…and crush each cracker in your path (without looking or on purpose) with as much accuracy as a Dance Dance Revolution video game expert perfectly jumping on each and every lit up square.
Tired. Frazzled. Help.
xo
I know! I wish I could just let it go- I would literally save HOURS every day. My children’s memory of me is going to be frantically cleaning up after them instead of just playing with them. And now Olivia loves to ‘help’, which just makes it more of a mess. Le sigh. In 18 years, I guess I’ll have a clean house.
By: Nicole on May 30, 2009
at 1:04 pm