Oh Malia some days I don't know how I will make it. Yesterday I chugged along with The Little Engine That Could with the words "I think I can I think I can." I kept reminding myself that all I had to do was make it through the next 5 minutes.
Five minutes at a time!! Most mornings are like that!
This morning was especially that way. In the night you had gotten into the kitchen and eaten something that was crumbled throughout your hair. I had just bathed you that night so I tried to give you a quick wash down, but it's never quick or easy. You enjoy splashing me, you also are on a new kick of crying like a baby. You seem to do it continually and louder and more aggressive when you are agitated. It is very hard on our ears and if we ask you to stop you do it louder and longer. So I tried to talk calmly to try and distract you, while I get soaked. You love to take water in your hands and throw it at me. I turn you around to get your hair better and dodge the water being thrown at me, but this results in you twisting sideways to get your aim. All the while you crying louder like a baby! I try to keep you straight, but you are strong and I always worry about hurting your tiny little body so I do the best I can to keep myself dry and wash your hair at the same time. Bath's in the morning are avoided at all costs, but sometimes inevitable! Today was one of those days!
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