One of those days...

Cold & Rainy
Spilled coffee on myself.
A Sprite exploded in my lap.
My throat hurts.
My children aren't cooperating with us.
Jared is having a bad day, too.
His bad day is having an effect on my bad day.
A big effect.
I'm fighting the urge to scream.
I know it won't help.
He doesn't understand why his constant repeat questions are annoying.
He doesn't understand.
I don't understand why his brain makes him ask me the same question over and over and over and over, even though he KNOWS the answer.  Why does he NEED me to say it?  Why me?  Why not Daddy?
Why am I the one that seems to be the most upset?
Well, I know that...
He's Momma's boy.  And that is why I don't scream.  Why I don't run.  Why I calmly answer the same question over and over and over and over.
Because that sweet little boy calming down from another tantrum is Momma's Peanut.  And he'll make me laugh when he toots in my lap.
Ciao!