Today my oldest just wasn't himself. He was mostly quiet except for the persistant coughing and sniffling all day long.
Then he decided he wanted something this afternoon that I wasn't willing to give him. We reached a compromise but he didn't fulfill his end of the bargain so I had to follow through with natural consequences.
Despite the rough day with both he and his sister whining and crying all day long (they took turns I swear!) I was patient and calm throughout all of it.
I was sooooo mommy-zen today.
Nothing was making me bend, nothing was making me blow, so the three year old decided to up the stakes.
And as I loaded the dishwasher and ignored his dramatics he pulled out his trump card.
"M-m-m-mom-m-my," sniff, sniff, tremble, quiver, crocodile tear rolling down the face. "M-m-mommy, you scaring me."
Yeah. Tell me he hasn't figured out the whole manipulation thing.
Push my buttons boy: beep beep boop boop boop beep beep beep beep Caaaaaching!
