Day 8: 6 O'Clock
At 6pm my daughter was in her room. Again. She has just been crazy today. And frankly, I don't think I was helping. Sometimes we are entirely too much alike. I didn't think it'd be good parenting to take a picture of her closed bedroom door while she was on the other side of it and both of us were wondering where today took a wrong turn.
I sent my mom a text that said "Abi won't stop crying and Grace won't stop whining. I don't think I'm helping." And she said, "What do you need?" And I thought for a minute and replied - to calm down. No one was getting hurt, no one was doing anything terribly wrong. I needed to take a breathe, confess my sins and move on. So I went in and held my little girl - tight. She needed to know that regardless I love her.
Then my parents came over. And my dad took me on a motorcycle ride and for ice cream. My mom watched a movie with Grace and got her in bed.
It is days like this where it is so hard to remember that this is a phase. But it is - and she will soon grow in wisdom - hopefully I will too. Tomorrow, tomorrow is a chance to try again.
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