Faith woke up this morning in a cranky, cranky mood. I think the tantrum counter was at 5 before 8am, which means the day is off to a great start. Since she was already so fussy inside the house with freedom and toys, I knew the stroller run was going to be rough. On days like that, I'm grateful for the BOB stroller's 5 point harness and my iPod.
|How dare you strap me in here like an animal!|
If you're imagining a poor suffering child being forced to sit in the stroller for hours, that's not exactly how this works. We only go for 4 miles, so I just need her to sit in there for 35ish minutes and I bring a ton of snacks and toys. Lately, despite all of this she still fusses and whines. I assume it's a phase.
|Replace "drink" with "turns up the volume on headphones"|
I'm an advocate of "picking my battles" in terms of parenting and getting her to sit in the stroller is one of those battles that I'm picking. No stroller runs means I only get to run outside on the weekends and that's just unacceptable. Also, the dog would suffer greatly.
Once I was done torturing both my child and neighbors with my need to run outside on a 60 degree day in January, it was finally my favorite time of the day: nap time. Any parent who denies this is either a paragon or a liar.
She took a long nap and during that time I ran 4.5 more miles and then ate half a pizza. See? Nap time is the best time. After she woke up, I took her to the playground in the hope that it would tire her out and make my evening easier...oh wait, I mean I took her to the playground so she could enjoy herself. Yeah.
|You aren't fooling me Mommy|
We ended up staying at the park a little longer than I had planned, so instead of rushing home and preparing a healthy, balanced meal for Faith, we stopped by this lovely establishment:
|You know you crave this on Sundays|
She ate almost every last bite of her kid's meal, which is more than I can say about my home cooked dinners. I think the key is the waffle fries and chocolate milk. It seemed strange to me that the kid's meal toy was a CD of a computer game. Kids these days...
If I hadn't already achieved "Awesome Parent" status for the day, earlier today I made her scrub the floors Cinderella style.
Yes, she's using a slipper as a "mop bucket". I really need to give her some cleaning supplies instead of just a dry napkin. I just need some confidence that she won't try to drink the cleaning fluid...
Someone recently asked me how I have time to be a good mother if I run so much (210 miles in January). I should just refer them to this post. Step one: Train the toddler to clean the house. There is no Step two.
Part one of how I rock at parenting