Its been a long time since I’ve shared a post on my blog simply because its difficult to admit to the world that I’m knee-deep in the terrible twos and I wish I could start drinking each day at noon.
Every single moment of every single day is an opportunity for conflict with this kid. He doesn’t want to eat, he doesn’t want to get dressed, he doesn’t want to brush his teeth, he doesn’t want to wear a coat, he doesn’t want to get in the carseat, he doesn’t want to stop jumping on my bed, he doesn’t want to clean up, and he definitely does not want to take a nap.
So, what does this kid actually WANT to do?
Jump on my bed while eating ice cream in the nude approximately one hour past bedtime.
It hasn’t actually gotten that bad yet, but the scenario I just described would probably be the perfect ending to David’s dream day.
Now, where did Mommy leave her flask...?