Posted on August 10th, 2010
Thankfully, tomorrow is another day.
As I told my husband when he came home, “Today’s parenting has been brought to you by the letters T and V.” It was all I could do with her today – she was that crazy out of control. Many episodes of Dinosaur Train were watched. Very little writing was done. We had some good moments, but oy. The tantrum after M came home was the Queen Mother of all tantrums, and we had to literally hold her until she could regain control. (And then she was fine and went to sleep.) It was awful while it lasted.
My husband has been getting stories from coworkers about their difficult girls. One woman told him her daughter was like this from 3 to 7. I think I will die if this goes on that long. I will have a heart attack or drink myself into liver failure.
I’m trying to be thankful for one thing every day. Today I’m thankful that I live above a really nice restaurant and can smell bacon and steaks cooking, even when our dinner is just Caesar salad and pasta.