Complaining with a disclaimer

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

*This post in no way implies that I do not love and adore my children, and does not mean that I am wishing this time away. I love all the cuteness that comes with this age.

BUT.

O.M.G. The Whining. Liam is just about 15 months and it is in full swing. Yesterday I was trying to cook dinner (trying being the operative word) and he was between me and the counter, whining and moaning. It makes it very hard to open the oven and to even open a drawer. I was able to distract him for a moment with something, and then raced back to open a drawer and he was prety fast and naturally got there the same moment I got the drawer open and banged his head into it. Sigh. I just needed a freakin spoon. This morning I was around the far side of the table wiping the table and he was clinging to me, Elaina was cornering me asking me something and I couldn't move and I was just like, "OMG I just want to wipe down the freaking table."

Of course he is totally adorable with his kisses and dancing and waving and "talking"... but sometimes a mama has to vent, kwim?