I’m not gonna lie, things have been a little tense around here lately. Why? Because we’re deep in the throes of potty training my threenager, bless her cotton grippy socks. And truly, she couldn’t give two shits (see what I did there?) about doing her business in the potty versus the diaper, so it’s a bit of a slog, filled with bribery and promises I never thought I’d make. Mother of the frickin’ year, here.
Anyway, there’s been a lot of boundary-testing and button-pushing going on. SHOCKING, I know. Well, this morning my husband gave her a piece of the gingerbread house she decorated on Christmas Eve, and it had one of those spearmint-flavoured gummies. Do you know the kind? Here, I’ll show you:
What, you don’t recognize it in this state? Oh, that’s because my sweet little dove came over, told me she didn’t like the taste, and promptly spit the damn thing out on the floor, less than a foot from my face. Awesome! Thanks, twerp.
Needless to say, the day did not improve. Thankfully, I’ve had a little obsession with making hot cocoa from scratch lately, so I had that to look forward to. Seriously, why would anyone ever bother with an instant mix, when hot cocoa is so simple?
Thank GOD tomorrow is a preschool day.