Socks. They seem innocent enough. Well, yesterday the little hummingbird kept on freaking out about her socks. My daughter didn’t want them on but then she didn’t want them off. Yowza!
She decided she didn’t want her white socks and put her pink socks over the other ones but she was having trouble getting her left sock on and got really frustrated.
She’s normally such a sweet and level-headed kid but she has her moments of toddler pms.
She screamed bloody murder and threw herself on the floor so I did what I normally do and just walked away. I watch Supernanny so I’ve got some skills.
Then my daughter really had to get her point across by doing this possessed funky chicken dance. I didn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry.
It all went downhill from there and she kept on testing boundaries.
At 2 1/2 years old, I know she’s at that age where she wants more independence and I try to give her that within reason but we’re so much alike so we clash at times.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my little girl like crazy but yesterday was one of those days when I was struggling to be “mommy”.
Fortunately I had my therapist appointment that afternoon so part of my session was me talking about how I feel like a bad mom when the hummingbird has a tantrum and I think what in the holy hell did I get myself into.
But just like everything that comes with motherhood, things can change in an instant.
My husband picked me up from my appointment and when my daughter saw me walking into the waiting room, she yelled out Mommy and my heart melted.
Kids….luckily they’re so damn cute or I don’t think we would survive.