I have a feeling that this year is going to be about the why. I am quite serious when I say that I am asked this question potentially 761 times a day. And they are endless. They DO NOT END. The stream of whys that can come from just one question may last for 5 minutes. And I try to answer them, but by the 54th time I start to quietly loose my patience. This kid, she is trying to BREAK me. Rob on the other hand is better, he takes the time and actually explains the answers to the whys. In this process I have actually learnt a thing or two about ancient Rome (I am not kidding he goes into that much detail) and usually, she shouts up after about 11 or 12 whys with him. Clearly, I need to take lessons from him.
But I have a few little whys for the little lady myself. And as she is not really interested in answering them for me, I thought I would get them down anyway. It might make me feel a little better at least. So here goes.
Why do you wake up at 5am every morning even if you are not ready to wake up and have clearly not had enough sleep? Why? Why wouldn’t you just sleep in until like 7, or maybe even just 6.30 (hey I am generous)? WHY?
Why is it that sometimes when you wake on these early mornings that you are in SUCH a foul mood? Why is it that until you have some milk that you are unbearable? Is the milk like your morning coffee?
Why do you not listen to me? When I say that you can’t have an ice block at 7am and then keep saying no, why do you persist in asking me? Do you think you can break me? You can’t.
Why do you have trouble sharing? Why is it that this morning you were UNABLE to share ANYTHING? EVERYTHING and anything. WHY?
Why do you persist with bad behaviour when you know it will only lead to a time out. And in tears? Do you like resisting me just because? WHY?
Why do you refuse to nap or rest during the day when you are clearly EXHAUSTED? Why do you resist the sleep? I would give ANYTHING for a rest in the middle of the day and yet you? Notsomuch. Why do you resist when you know that it is just going to lead to a baaaaad afternoon with guaranteed tears and time outs? WHY?
I tell you, this week has not been my best. Parenting never fails to surprise me. Just last week I was having the best time with the kids and then this week? It’s like Daisy has been possessed with some kind of satanic monster. All the while still being knocked down with the most pure love and joy from her little sister who is adorable. Delicious. Sweet. (don’t worry I know her time will come. Oh yes it will come.) I know that there will be plenty more of these very weeks to come, but right now I will just dust myself off and start again tomorrow.
Just at 5 freaking am. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?