Ok, I'm feeling a little guilty today, one of those days where maybe I'm not cut out to be a momma after all. I was exhausted this morning, the little one yelling at me at 7 am to "get up, go downstairs, let's go!" A good hour later I rolled out of bed, he had played happily, doing puzzles on the floor that long. Sweet kid!
Then lunch rolled around and GM asked for grilled cheese, no big deal right? Well, the poor kid had his heart all set on the sandwich when I realized we had no bread. Who runs out of bread? Of course, it's the only thing he wants, and is now annoyed that he can't have it.
Now, I'm allowing our tv to be taken over by the annoying brats of Kid's Songs, just to get a few minutes to myself. It is the only dvd he'll sit and just watch. So sorry, Netflix, you aren't getting it back anytime soon.
I guess I'm lucky to have munchkin who is able to deal with momma's incompetences and still seem to be turning out okay.