Sometimes I wonder how parents make it through the day without losing their minds.
Well. Maybe they don't but they prefer not to tell anyone. Or that's why we're all on anti-depressants and coffee, and we can't stop shoving donuts down our gullet.
Or maybe that's just me. Heh.
And I'm not talking about the dreaded first year that is full of feats I'm pretty sure cannot be compared to anything in this world. Dealing with the guilt of a broken-legged toddler is one thing. Watching the same damn Dora show two times a day every day?
I think I see the men in white coats coming for me.
I know they learn through repetition, and that's why I hate to complain about it, but quite frankly, I think I might spontaneously combust if I have to read "Pok-io: The Little Wooden Puppet Story Pwease Mommy" one.more.time.
Sure. My husband and I trade off so we'll have the sanity of one full person between us both, but it's still one of the most challenging parts of toddlerdom (okay, that and the 5000 arguments about nothing that end up in full blown tantrums).
Somebody better stop me before I run over that darn Candyland game with my car. I can almost see the headlines now. And let me tell you. It's not pretty.
What's your child obsessed with these days?