Thursday, May 24, 2007

Why Three Is WAY Harder and More Annoying Than Two... (the Age, I Mean)

These are all said in the most WHINY voice you can imagine. If you can't recreate it, just play a tape of fingernails on a chalkboard while you read.

"I don't like getting dressed"

"I don't like oatmeal"

"I don't like chicken"

"I don't like breakfast"

"I don't want to wear clothes"

"I don't like pajamas"

"I don't like taking my temperature"

"I don't want to wear underwear OR a Pullup"

"I don't like red sippy cups!!!"

"Not the blue cup! I want the RED cup!!"

"But I don't LIKE red sippy cups!!!"

"I don't WANT lunch"

"I don't want dinner"

"It's NOT morning, it's NIGHT!" (at 8a.m.)

"I don't WANT to go upstairs"

"I don't want to stay downstairs"

"I don't want to poop HERE, I want to go HOME and poop!!"

You get the point... my patience is being tapped TO THE MAX.

Comments:
Oh man, are we hitting that here, too. Must we argue about EVERYthing? Can't we all just get along?
 
Wow it is not just happening in my house, it's happening in yours too! I agree three is way harder than two ever was. They have their own little opinions and they are annoying little opinions. I feel your pain, except I don't have a newborn and infection running through my body. I hope you are getting a lot of help these days. You poor thing. I am praying for ya.
 
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