...on the wrong side of the bed.
You know what I am talking about. So this morning has been one of those mornings. I was suppose to work this morning...got up and showered and then got the phone call that they weren't going to need me this morning (kinda buggin at 5:45 a.m.). Continue the morning...blah, blah heading home from the gym Vanny gets a little lippy with me = talking back and so I say, "Look kiddo, I love you but I'm in charge. You don't talk to me that way. That really hurts mommy's feelings. I do alot of things for you...get your breakfast, let you watch cartoons, you have fun toys, I take you to play with your friends (yadda, yadda) please don't treat mommy that way. OKAY????" Continue home...Lucy drops her second bomb of the day, finally her naptime (praise!). The house is a diaster...I must have been mumbling (or yelling) about how the house was dirty, I'm freezing cold, ya know all the "waking up on the wrong side of the bed things". I stomp to the shower and get in / get out, grab my hot cocca and sit on my bed watching CNN and wondering how I am going to get rid of my attitude problem for the rest of the day. Savannah walks in the room...over to the bed and grabs my hand..."Look mom, I love you. I give you hugs, I take care of Lucy, I'd be patient for you, I buyed you things at Target, and come look I cleaned up the downstairs for you." Takes my hand, we walk downstairs. I hug her, kiss her, grab a Diet Coke and we play a game of Memory.