I'm just gonna say it. I hate when my husband works on Saturday's. I hate it.
I know it could be worse. I know it could be.
But this morning I was just frustrated. It started with realizing that I only had enough milk left for one sippy cup. Fine, no big deal, right? I can have Declan stop for milk on his way home later.
She threw her sippy cup down to the ground SO HARD that the top popped off the cup, and my clean floor was now covered in milk. Fabulous.
Then, we had the ever-so-familiar-lately battle of The Wills. About Food. Again. I honestly think this battle could be the death of me. The sound of the freshly made food just being chucked at the floor was starting to send shivers up my spine and cause my blood pressure to rise.
And then? I finally just gave up and let the Disney channel babysit. I know, that was such mom-win move. But sometimes, I feel better telling on myself to The Whole Internet. That way, in case you had any question at all, I can prove to you that I'm not perfect. *snicker*
While Jake & the Pirates were keeping a good eye on Emeline (in all seriousness, I can see her the entire time), I remembered again that I had taken photos yesterday when my sister and I visited a new (horrible) park on a whim.
So these brightened up my morning.
|Who takes their kid to a park in white leggings? WHO? *ducks*|
|My two favorite girls in one photo? Win.|
I hope your Saturday started off better than mine. :)