Fact #2: There are a lot of articles online that chastise people for using the phrase "terrible twos." We're supposed to call it "the boundary phase" or some other fluffy crap that praises their development instead (just one more thing society can argue about).
Regardless of the terminology, having a two year old is rough.
Now, will someone hand me some food so I can cope by eating my emotions?
Thankyouverymuch.
Fact #4: The week prior, Daisy needed stitches in her wrist. She sliced it open while trying to make a telephone out of cans.
Fact #5: Before Daisy cut herself, we'd gone an entire year with no emergency room or instacare visits! That's pretty miraculous for a family of six.
Fact #6: Two weeks ago, I hurt my back. I've had this particular injury before, and it takes a long time to get better as it gets aggravated any time I pick up a child. I need it to heal. Like, now.
Fact #7: As soon as I wrote Fact #1, my neighbor texted me and asked me if I wanted a cheeseburger. How did she know?
Fact #8: I have good people.
Fact #9: I've been reflecting a lot lately on my good people and on my life's blessings, in general.
Fact #10: Now I gotta go eat my blessing... er... cheeseburger.
1 comment:
My two year olds still seem pretty manageable...I always think it should be the terrible threes, maybe it's just both though.
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