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Being a mom...

...is hard!
For real.  You have visions of every moment being perfect.  Surely my child will never have a blow-out diaper or pee all over himself or talk back or hit or repeat something unsavory.
Yeah... completely realistic.
Most days are pretty good. Yesterday was not.
Z is teething.  The first several teeth were no sweat, I didn't even know she was teething until they broke thru!  Apparently, eye teeth are harder.  She had a fever and was cranky pants all day long.  Like "hold me so I can try to get away, but I'll scream if you put me down" cranky.
Luckily she took 2 naps, so there's that.
JP was being particularly defiant...It seemed like he kept a mental checklist of everything I ever told him not to do, like putting his feet on his sister, throwing toys, pressing buttons on a loud toy in rapid succession, pushing his sister down, pulling his sister's hair, and did all of them.
Or it could just be that I had a short fuse on account of the migraine that came on REALLY fast. 
Since we were taking my husband's mother out for dinner, I got the kids into the bath (Z in her little tub inside the bath, and JP in the big tub) where Z promptly pooped everywhere. 
It could be worse, I know, since everything was contained in the little tub.
Then my headache started kicking like VanDamme. 
One of the many scenarios when I love the playland.  I took my meds to try and knock it out early, and took the kids downstairs so I could lay down.
Luckily, my husband walked in and took the kiddos for a while so I could sleep it off.
Dinner was ok.  The food was delicious, but JP ended up falling off his chair and breaking his plate.  He was fine, just shaken up.
He's a funny kid.  When stuff like that happens, he gets scared and needs re-assurance that he's ok.
I'm surprised he didn't fall sooner.  He was sitting on his knees on the chair.  When I told him, "That's why we tell you not to sit that way... you could really get hurt!" His response was ,"But Mommy, I can't reach my food!" 
I guess we need to start getting him a booster to use.

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