“Chill. It’s ok.”
I say this so many times I won’t be too surprised when my two year old starts spouting it right back at me. It’ll probably be cute for a while.
But really. I could use someone to tell me to chill somedays.
Today I feel like I may have won the bad mom award for the number of times I called “no, Ranger!” Over and over again.
For. so. many. things.
I think he decided to test all the boundaries. Or something.
I get all worked up because he pancaked (flattened, you know. I’m verbing here) the baby. Worth getting upset for, but it is kind of hard to turn around from a day of no’s and try to make it positive.
So exhale. That is the word. Today is over. You’re gonna make it. You did fine. Great even. The babes are asleep. No one got mortally wounded.
The 10 month old now takes part in the teasing-screaming game (have you heard of that?) and my! what a shriek she has. But that’s a story for another day.
For now my ears are surrounded with peaceful-ish-ness.
Tomorrow is another day.
Exhale. Free. Let it be.
Chill. It’s ok. And I mean it.
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