I intended to write a nice post this week. I had plans to write something reflective and meaningful as my daughter hits milestone after milestone on her way to starting preschool in the fall.
Then the tantrum happened.
Which was followed by another tantrum.
Which was followed by a flat out refusal to even try a bite of her dinner (grilled cheese and ketchup, one of her favourites).
Which led to another tantrum.
Which led to me carrying her upstairs kicking and yelling for a timeout.
Which is when the dog knocked her uneaten dinner to the floor, spilling ketchup on the rug.
Which was followed shortly thereafter by the kid's tantrum turning to inconsolable crying when she had an accident in her pants and on her bedroom floor.
All in the span of about 10 minutes.
You know, people sometimes ask me what it's like to be a parent.
"It's great," I tell them. "Really, really great."
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