I enrolled Dorothy in a Parent’s Day Out program for the fall this week, and I am absolutely giddy about it.
Six months ago, just thinking about dropping my kid off at a PDO or preschool would make me want to vomit. Now, I’m making a mental list of all the fabulous things I want to do with my two mornings a week (read: solo grocery shopping, showering, a morning fitness class, blogging… pedicures… ME TIME, OKAY?!).
If I had to list the things I hate most about the toddler stage, Thomas the Tank Engine would be in the top 3.
If my daughter is cuddly in the evening, regardless of her behavior during the rest of the day, I let her stay up past bedtime. I just can’t soak in enough of those elusive, but precious, snuggly moments. They melt my cold momma heart.
I subconsciously dress Dorothy and I alike. If I decide I’m wearing black leggings and a tee, somehow my daughter ends up wearing the exact same thing. Today I’m wearing blue? 9/10, so is my kid. I don’t mean to, but it just happens.
Most days, the Terrible Two’s win.
Don’t even tell me that three is worse. I will pretend that I don’t hear you.
What are your confessions on this fine Friday? Happy weekend, friends!