From now on, when I think I'm having a bad Monday, I'm just going to take a moment be grateful that I'm not Justin Beiber's grandmother.
He has a pretty nice ass for a 12 year old girl.
On a less offensive note, my Monday has been filled with whining children. It's nice to know their real feelings about me when Daddy goes back to work. Apparently they aren't thrilled to see just me on Monday morning. I have no idea why, I'm a real delight.
Faith's "tantrum of the day" was because I wouldn't let her take a nap when the baby did this morning. She got confused and thought it was her nap time too and I had such a hard time convincing her that it wasn't time for her nap yet. In retrospect I don't know why I didn't just go with it. Instead I made her come downstairs and play games with me.
She was pretty pissed at me until I broke out some of those little capsules that you soak in water and animals hatch. There really should be a better way to describe that, but just trust me when I say that it involves making a big mess with water and toddlers love it.
The baby has been fussier than usual and I think she's either teething or going through a growth spurt. Those are my two blanket excuses for the baby acting up. She is a bottomless pit lately, so that gives weight to my growth spurt theory. Hunger is bound to make anyone cranky.
What makes you feel better on a crabby Monday? Chocolate is assumed, let's be creative here.
Did you play with those sponge capsules when you were a kid? I remember loving them and I'm surprised they haven't gotten any more advanced. It's still the same lame little sponge animal that I remember.