The chicken dance…

Yesterday morning, after the getting dressed meltdown, the choosing what I want to eat meltdown, followed closely by the tooth brushing meltdown, we somehow managed to rally our spirits and do the chicken dance into the school building at about 8:05am.

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Parenting young children (I can’t speak to parenting older children yet) is like having some weird form of bipolar disorder. The mood swings are extreme. You go from wanting to scream at them to laughing your ass off. It’s exhausting.

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About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home. I love Mondays because I can return to the world of adults, go to the bathroom alone and have nearly uninterrupted conversations with others.
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5 Responses to The chicken dance…

  1. That’s some top-notch recovery. You deserve a medal.

  2. Routine is still the same.. except that older kids are “dabbing” now..

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