The End of My Rope

It's been a long day here - a long couple of days.  I'm at the end of my rope.  Unfortunately, I took it out on the girls this afternoon. 

As we were driving home from our errands - which were incomplete due to my haste which added to my frustration, L announces, "I'm at the end of my rope.  I'm just so tired and I'm done."  I replied, "I know honey, I am too!"  Then L turns to G and says, "G are you at the end of your rope?"  In her sweet 2 year old voice, G says, "Nope!!". 

In a very sarcastic tone I pipe in with, "Oh I'm so glad, it's always good for at least one person in a group to not be at the end of their rope."  L then says in the most sincere way, "Mom, I really think it would be best if the mommy is the one who isn't at the end of her rope."

I laughed until I cried.  And somehow that provided the therapy I needed to climb up the rope just a little bit. 

If You Can Articulate That . . . . .

Recently as I was loading my 2 year old into the car for church she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Mama, I need my blankie so that I can cry in the nursery." 

My reply,  "Honey, if you can articulate your needs that well, this far in advance, at this this age  . . . then you most certainly do NOT need a blankie for the nursery."

Tough love

A few days later we another conversation that did not go well for her . . . . "Mama, I'm poopy."  So upstairs we trot only to find a dry [cloth] diaper.

Me, "Sweet Pea, you're not poopy."

Her, "I know, but I want to poop in a disposable diaper."

Me, "If you can articulate that need and desire at this age, then it most certainly time for you start using the potty."  Believe it or not, she made it quite clear that this reply did not please her.