May 21, 2008

• We had a bit of a rough morning around here.  I was rushing around trying to get everyone dressed and fed and realtively presentable for Storytime and Delaney was sobbing because David had stolen her new pad of paper.  (Daddy gave a Staples pad to each kid and they've been walking around with them for days like little reporters.)

  Delaney was crying, screaming, bemoaning the fact that David wrote on the "TOP PAGE" of her "NEW PAD" and now it wasn't perfect and he didn't do it right and she needs a new one.  She followed me through the whole house telling me how she NEEDS to have a new pad RIGHT NOW.  As I'm trying to explain we don't have any more pads/she can just tear off the top sheet/tough luck/just deal with it/write on the second page I am slowly starting to lose my patience.  Soon I'm yelling.  A bit later, I've given up on trying to reason through her tantrum and I'm just silent.  Then, as Delaney sits on the toilet peeing and crying at the same time, this conversation transpires:

  Delaney:  But, but, but how can I get a new pad?
  
  Me:  You can get a job, earn some money and go to the store to buy a new pad.

   

  Delaney:  pauses crying to think...then starts to wail, "But I don't know how to drive the car!"

  I went from wanting to slap her to laughing and giving her a hug in .6 seconds.

  • 2:27 pm
  • 5 Comments