I always hear people say that the "terrible two's" are nothing compared to the TERRIBLE THREES. Well today we demonstrated that truth. I've actually been pretty lucky. Kelsie is pretty mellow for the most part. She doesn't throw major tantrums... until just lately. Last week she cried hysterically because I wouldn't buy her a toy at the store. Sure, she is spoiled and normally I might give in but this time was different because we already had that EXACT same toy at home. That's a little rediculous.
She is 100% girl and usually we have issues with shoes. The ones I pick usually aren't right. She will yell "they're buggin me" and kick them off. Sometimes its because they aren't the right color. A couple weeks ago she was out playing in the dirt and had some ballet flats on. They got some dirt in them and now no matter how much I clean them they are still dirty to her and she won't wear them. Seriously.
Its been a little chilly lately and today I had picked out the cutest outfit for her to wear. Its purple pants and pullover hoodie. Super comfy- I promise. Well I put a tshirt on her first and then the hoodie. Instantly the hood part was "buggin" her. Awesome. I pretended to fix it and hurried her out the door so we could go to grandpa Jerry's before preschool. Well, the tantrum escallated and she bloody murder screamed the way. I knew it wasn't hurting her. In fact, I knew it was one of the most comfortable outfits she has. So, the horrible mom in me, turned the radio up really loud to drown out her screams. I know its awful and I never would do that if I knew she was hurting. We got to Grandpa Jerry's and she stopped crying but wasn't about to let go of me. I carried her inside and laid her down on the couch. I gave her a big hug and kiss and told her if she needed to take off her hoodie she could. Her eyes welled up with tears again and I ran out the door (knowing Grandpa Jerry would take good care of her). Then I cried the whole way to work. Then I came into work and cried some more. My friends at work came running in my office wondering what was wrong. It was hard explaining that I was only crying because my kid didn't like her shirt. Sheesh- what a morning. And all this happened before 8:30. Then I texted Jerry to make sure Kels was ok. Her replied and said that she was happy and singing along with the TV. And here I am bawling at work. Awesome. After preschool I picked her up. She was happy as could be (in her purple hoodie too). I asked her why she was so sad this morning and she said it was because I covered up her favorite snowbird tshirt. Then she put in the request that I go to the halloween store and buy all the snowbird shirts they have. Um....
Being a mom is seriously the hardest job I've ever had to do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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