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.
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.