5 Things That Actually Happened This Week and the Lessons I Learned
1. This glimpse into my family:
Me: Is it okay if I work on stuff for a little bit?
Husband: Sure. [promptly disappears to the bedroom to "call his dad"]
Me: [sits down, opens lap top, clicks on browser]
6-year-old: Mom! I have a bloody nose!
Me: [closes laptop, attends to bloody nose in the bathroom]
Toddler: [wanders into the bathroom]
Me: What smells?
6-year-old: I think she pooped.
Me: [checks toddler's diaper - confirms that she pooped]
Husband: [still in bedroom]
Me: [changes poopy diaper]
Lesson: Next time I ask my husband if I can work on stuff, I should be more specific.
2. I heard a frustrated growl from the living room because my 6-year-old OnDemanded (that's a verb, right?) an episode of SpongeBob Squarepants, and, in her words :
"It said it's HD, and it's NOT HD!"
Lesson: I need to better prepare my 6-year-old for the barrage of first-world problems that are bound to come her way.
3. I caught my toddler climbing into three different containers (none of which are intended to be climbed into) all in the same afternoon.
Lesson: A broken leg will not prevent my toddler from turning everything into a jungle gym. Also, I should probably reconsider my decision to cancel our supplemental insurance policy . . .
4. This conversation after my 6-year-old started having a meltdown about halfway through writing out thank you cards for her birthday:
Me: What's making you want to cry right now?
6-year-old: I feel bad for myself.
Me (trying not to laugh): What do you mean?
6-year-old: [sob, shudder, sob]
Me: You feel bad for yourself because you have to write out thank you cards instead of play?
Lesson: It's okay that I still haven't made it to the post office to get stamps for said thank you cards because I was going to, but then I felt bad for myself because I would rather not put on pants, so I didn't.
5. My 6-year-old was having scary thoughts at bedtime, so I told her she should try to think about good things instead. I asked if she could think of something she might like to do.
Her response: "Me, you, Sister, and . . . Taylor Swift shopping at Crazy 8."
Lesson: My daughter and I share pretty much the same dreams.