Once again, I will not be winning any mother of the year awards this year. My sweet little daughter is now a terrible, almost 3 year old and OMG is she hell on wheels.
She is completely potty trained at day care. She walks in the daycare lady/friends house, puts on big girl panties and does not have, not even 1 accident all day long. She walks in the door at my house and within 1 hour, she pees her pants. Every day!!! She even did the "deed" and I am not talking pee perople, on the floor the other day. Eww. I ask her every 5 minutes if she needs to go potty. No mommy! You want to put a diaper on just in case. No mommy! I am guessing it is some sort of testing mommy thing that kids do, but geesh.
She was hugging my legs the other night and I was going about my business talking to my mom and all of a sudden I felt an excruciating pain on my thigh right next to my lady parts. My reaction was fast, and I didn't even think. I pushed her away from me and she went flying. She laid on the floor like a fish that was just brought into a boat. Flailing and screaming, mommy hit me!!! I felt horrible and I didn't mean to do it, it was just a gut reaction to my little one biting me so hard that it broke skin and I have a bruise. My step dads comment was, "thank god you don't have anyone to explain that mark to". When she calmed down and the pain on my thigh subsided, we hugged and I explained that when you hurt people, sometimes they react. She only stayed mad at me for a few minutes, unless this is why she is peeing her pants for me. I think it is a conspiracy.
We were in front of some friends that are more, lets say, stuffy the other day and a beer commercial came on. Toots says, "beer mommy, I have some" then proceed to scream and cry for beer.
We were at Walgreen's picking up some makeup since I changed my hair color and need to match all my parts, and my daughter is picking up everything, looking at it, and then really snobbishly tossing it in the cart. I couldn't put stuff back quick enough. Part of me wanted to laugh at the thought that this must be how I look when I am shopping and she is just imitating me and the other part of me wanted to cringe. I have created a mini-me-monster and she isn't even 3 yet.
Then every night as we are getting ready for bed, she grabs my face and says "I so happy to see you mommy" and I melt. I thank my lucky stars every day that she is in my life, peed on, bitten, bruised and all. I wouldn't trade 1 day with her for anything and when I bitch and moan about how hard it is to raise a strong willed little Aries on my own, I stop and think about my life before her and I remember that space in my heart that was completely empty and how now it is overflowing.
Thank God for little accidents, I mean miracles!