I just want to leave this week by saying this... There are days in our home where I feel like my head is going to explode with frustration, it's all I can do to keep myself in check. Where Hazel can find the energy and emotion to stage a 45 minute meltdown (like what the?), is completely beyond my scope. And Nola MUST. CLIMB. EVERYTHING. All Day. I must always have something to offer her. A peace offering if you will. Like a cookie, or a drink, or a song, or a toy that's not a toy (kwim?), it's totally irrational.
The girls are hungry, but NO they aren't hungry for THAT.
Pick me UP!!
NO put me DOWN!
Mom, GET HER AWAY FROM MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
There are days when bodily functions pretty much steer my actions for the entire day. Moments where I have to say out loud, "Is that chocolate or poo?" Times where I've had to throw girls in the bath because I am just not 100% sure of the answer to aforementioned question. For example. Here's a text I sent to Matt this week (please don't mistake this as Hazel having any gains in the potty department - we are still at the VERY beginning stages)
There are days, a lot of days, where there's this.
Their love is growing in the most beautiful way. There's lots of laughing fits, hugging, kissing, dancing, chasing, steamrolling and dive-bombing.
I know it was Hazel's birthday but Nola was so excited about it. We must have done the song and the candle 10 times.
All the meltdowns, panic, cleaning, crying and irrational behaviour is just FILLER until I get to the next moments like these.
They are a dream.