*** This was posted yesterday but it seems as though WordPress was having just as bad a day as me and decided to have a small scale breakdown as well ***
Dear Red Tenters,
Campers, travelers, escapers, relaxers, refuelers, retreaters, seekers, sisters, friends,
I’ve been swinging lately.
No, not that kind.
One minute I feel like this
and then suddenly I feel like this
or sometimes this
I’ve been hanging out with someone who’s got this you-know-I’m-the-boss-of-you-and-you’ll-do-as-I-say thing going on.
The noises that come from her mouth. Seriously.
I’m not entirely sure what a banshee actually is, but I can say almost definitely that Ella tantrums like one.
I’ve decided that some days, parenting is like getting pecked to death by relentless chickens.
I hope Joel doesn’t come home and ask what we got up to today.
I really hope he doesn’t.
Hang in there mamas. We’re on the homeward stretch.