My husband and I are extremely anal expulsive. It is for this reason I am at a complete loss when I try to figure our where my finicky daughter came from. Was she planted by aliens? Did she hatch from an egg? She is quite literally anal retentive, in that she will not shit for 6 days at a clip. Not only is she poop challenged, everything is an issue.
Today we went to the beach. It is a beautiful, dry, warm spring day. Just right for looking for shells to add to our collection. Upon arrival at the beach, I am informed that it is too sunny. Walking along the beach yielded protests of it being too sandy. Well that was fun. We left after 15 minutes.
The previous day, Sprout had left her doll carriage in the backyard. I told her to go get. Most children would gleefully kick up their heels and run out and collect their toy, not my child. Why? Because she was shoeless and would have to walk across the grass.
Holy hell! I deal with issues all day long...There is water on my shirt, my hands are wet, those are the wrong color snacks. I feel as though the fun of her youth is being sucked out of her from all of these grievances. I sure as hell know its sucking the fun from me.
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