This weekend was a good one. I did a lot of deep cleaning and Jake tackled a list I made for him about a month ago. He finally got around to putting Pipers crib up. When we got her sleeping through the night a few months ago, it was in the pack n play. She wouldn’t sleep in the crib, so as we moved we just kept with the portable. Of course, I tried to get her to sleep in the crib over the weekend and she was not having it. She kept dropping her pacifier out of the side, kept sitting up and just bawling. I felt so terrible…so now, she’s back in the pack in play, happy as can be.
I do not understand babies.
I also do not understand 4 year olds.
Lately, Addie and I have been at war with each other over her clothes. It is exhausting.
You see, Princesses don’t wear pants. Addie is a princess. You do the math.
That is her always her first argument. This weekend wasn’t any different. I do one load of everyone’s clothes a week.
It saves energy, and I hate laundry. Well, I hadn’t started her clothes yet and she had worn all of her dresses and skirts already. I told her: “just go throw on some shorts, it wont kill you.”
I am met with a look of pure disdain and this: “Well, I just wont wear pants, I will just wear my tutu. It’s like a dress.”
Her tutu is this sheer blue thing, that offers zero coverage.
So yesterday, my oldest daughter walked around in a t-shirt, a sheer blue tutu and a pink cardigan. Oh, and Halloween pumpkin socks. My youngest won the crib war of 2014 and my house is a disaster again after a day of cleaning my butt off.
Some battles are just not worth fighting.
What did you do this weekend?