Today. Is not a good day so far.
It doesn't help that hubby and I were watching the Olympics until 12:30am as we cheered on Michael Phelps and the Women's Gymnastics team. Then it took me at least an hour to fall asleep. Every time I tried counting I would think of something else which would start a domino effect of thoughts. Our dog snoring and pacing in her bed didn't help either.
Neither did Little Man A help this morning by waking up at 6:30am and screaming to be freed from his prison crib (as Amy Bow likes to call it). I thought for sure taking him to the train station and then to Gymboree would help get his attitude straightened and more importantly, get his wiggles out before lunch time.
Yeah. No. Must be the full moon coming up this weekend, but every child in art class at Gymboree was in a "mood" today. One child was swatting at the other kids, one of them got sand in his eye (by his own fault when he was trying to show his mom the sand in his hands), and Little Man get paint and marker all over his beige shorts and his hands.
They have a radar for this type of stuff.
So, today I've come up with a new mantra. "It's just a phase. It will pass."
I chanted this while Little Man was trying to wiggle away from me in the middle of changing his diaper. He stopped and stared me in awe. Or like I was a total alien. Not sure which one. Probably more out of curiosity than anything, but at least he stopped. Temporarily.
Hope this makes you smile. It makes Little Man smile.