I hear screaming from the living room: “I can’t DO IT!”
This is accompanied by minor thunking sounds and whispers of voices from the movie she’s supposed to be watching. After a few minutes she calms herself and bits and pieces of toddler singsong waft their way to my ears, floating along on her happiness, encouraged by her movie dialog.
The “Terrible Twos” are only terrible for the toddlers who wake one day to find themselves irretrievably embedded in life’s quandaries, which they are now old enough to feel, yet not ready to understand and conquer. Abigail is ready to do things herself and express her needs and wants…but doesn’t always know the word for the big feeling she’s having or the correct phrase for the idea she has (and she has many).
I have a strong dislike for going out, crowds, and dealing with sales people. So, when possible I “window shop” online. Truth be told, I shop, bargain shop, car shop, house shop, and immerse myself in some “retail therapy” online whenever possible.
I’ve found some great things. Like this:
Me: We don’t have any more crackers.
Me: Honey, the crackers are all gone.
Let that sink in. It doesn’t happen often. 😉
The repair guy actually showed up yesterday. Granted it was 9:30 at night and we’d given up on him already…and I had just gotten out of the shower and was in my jammies (argh). BUT HE SHOWED UP.
And then. THEN! Did he say he needed parts? Did he make a move to leave for any reason? No! NO!