Heavy, heavy sighs... That is what you would hear coming out of my mouth if you were sitting next to me at my kitchen table. My sweet red head is approaching a new age and with it comes a whole new level of frustrating behaviors. Abbie is wonderfully independent and yet still very much a baby. She exercises that independence and, at the same time, clings to me so hard that I want to pull my hair out. Today has been a particularly hair-pulling day.
I wish I could count how many times Abbie has decided a crayon belonged on the walls or furniture in the last 48 hours. And I wish I could say that she DIDN'T add a little painted art to the crayola wall creations this afternoon. But no, I feel like I've been bent over all day cleaning off something from our light-colored walls.
And alas, I learn more as a mother as she grows more. I'm realizing, at this particular stage, how important organization of her space is. And how every part of her house needs a defined purpose. And that I have to let a lot of things go on a daily basis. And, last but not least, why valium is so popular. ;)
Have a great day,
Melissa
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