Coming Undone

Dear Neighbors,

Despite what you may think, I swear to you I'm not removing my son's fingernails one by one.

I'm sorry that he's been crying for an hour. There was a time I would have given strange looks to my house, too. I would have thought, what are those people DOING to him!?!. But now I'm a parent to a two-year-old, so I've lost all basis to judge anyone, ever again, for as long as I live.

This morning the tears started because I put the lid on his sippy cup. Whoops. And then, they started again because his train fell off the train tracks. Oh, and the latest, 15-minute-long tantrum? Because I took him off my lap when he hit me in the face. I know, right? Cah-ray-zee.

So right now he's not crying because I gave him the iPad. I needed 15 minutes of peace and quiet to finish paying the bills and respond to some emails. I truly don't care if that is the right or wrong thing to do anymore. There's only so much crying one momma can take.

Deep down, he's the sweetest boy in the world. And sometimes I even need a reminder that this too, shall pass. He's all mine, every ounce of tears and snot and screaming, and I love him to pieces. I wouldn't trade today for anything, because one day I'll look back on this post and miss his tiny boy-ness.

So we're heading out now, and you will get a break from the screaming. Fresh air will do wonders for the soul. And so will some munchkins from Dunkin' Donuts. I'll be using them as bribery to get through the grocery store. Go ahead, judge away.