It is not that I don't love my child. But when you come around, its all Honey Badger and Mommy, all the time. There is no two- mornings-a-week break. There is no time to enjoy a trip to the Teeter alone. There is no time to sit and sip a cup of coffee with a little Facebook and Today Show. There is no using the bathroom alone. Seriously, bathroom time, originally designed to be a solo process, becomes a round table discussion when there is a two year old involved. And I don't love that. That doesn't make me a bad person.
Today was the last day of school. Summer, you have officially arrived, and I am not entirely pleased to see your sunny disposition and glowing face. Yes, there will be family time and lots of fun. Yes, I will have a great time on vacation and playing outside. But there will also be lots of long days. Filled with a hot sticky two year old who is constantly jonesing for popsicles and to be carried. Worst combination ever. There is potty training to start and a big girl bed to transition to. There are changes afoot and they will be emotionally trying and I am certain will involve a fair amount of poo on my couch. When I see the back of you, heading out to be replaced by Fall, I will have a little girl on my hands, not a toddler. And I can't say I totally love that either.
I can't stop you, I can only brace for what you bring. Which I hope will be lots mornings at the pool and lots of long naps in the afternoon. I will try to look past the 100% humidity, public venue timeouts, and the peeing on the floor that you will inevitably bring. Happy thoughts of Fall, that cool lady, will keep me going.
|This is exactly what it looks like when I ride my burro at the beach.|