Days like these make me feel like the worst mother in the history of …well …EVER. What kind of a mother gets so totally frustrated when her poor, sick little toddler needs her attention…for every milli-second of the day? 24/7? I mean, really?

I’m pretty much horrible as it is at playing teeny kid games – I mean, even as a kid I had a reputation of the 5 second barbie game. I could play with barbies for tiny spaces of time (only slightly longer than 5 seconds), and then I was bored. Next. With tiny toddler games and toys, there’s less to do – and, I run out of ways to spin the game to keep both of our brains going. There’s no wonder L would rather read or play solo than play with mama. Normally, after a good couple of hours, I’m being pushed to the corner of the room so she can do her thing.

Until she’s sick. And, now we are at that point where I actually need to catch up on sleep – and she can’t sleep because of the cough (which makes me cringe) and the slimy nose (and most likely sore throat, although she hasn’t actually TOLD me that because she’s really a little woman of few words. Like, read. And, eat). So, during this rough time, I really want to be there for her – but she wants me to play with her and leave her alone ALL AT ONCE. She wants me to hold her and put her down and read to her and shut up ALL AT ONCE – and quite frankly, I’m beginning to think I’m not quite qualified. I mean, I knew my job would involve multi-tasking, and I thought I was multi-tasking queen, but this chic has it down. And, she has EXPECTATIONS, and sadly I’m not living up to those very well. Sorry, kiddo.

In my head, I was so SURE that I had the most PERFECT supper meal for her: Bananas and toast. Her favorites. Until she fed them to the dog. This morning, our dog got more yellow fruit, and watermelon, and anything else I tried putting on her tray. Lucky dog. This should really tell you something. The kid must be darn sick if she is giving away the yellow fruit – it’s like the holy grail around here. She’s paired down the eating thing and is eating very minimally – only if I sing and dance though. While she eats. And no, I’m not above that. Oh, and apparently Mimi spoiled the little bugger with juice ALL WEEKEND when L visited, so she refuses to take water…or any other sippy cup except for the pink one. (Ha. Thanks, mom! – At least she’s drinking though, right?)

And now? Now, the monster is pulling out every DVD we own (there are quite a lot) and making mini mountains in the Living Room. And, I’m letting her (Hubs might even clean it up if I play dead). It’s the ONLY thing that has kept her quiet and content for over 30 minutes in the past two days (besides sleep).

One more thing…when’s the last time YOU’VE had a snotty, drooly kiss? No, not from your husband…I meant your kid. GAW.

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