What's happening to my sweet, good-natured little boy? In the blink of an eye he's revealed that he can be obstinate and lose his temper with little to no aggravation. I think he turned two years old three days ago. My patience is being tested, and my energy to keep distracting him before he has another meltdown is being worn. I'm tired from working late hours, and I'm behind on everything at home.
Everyone has days like this, right? I don't want to come across so negative, but I have to admit that occasionally there's a stinky day, or in this case a few in a row.
A very wise mother once told me that she relied on Hail Mary's to get her through each day. On the bad ones, she said, she said them round the hour. I thought of that this morning and tried it after three hours of fussiness and whining.
Luke's on hour three of his nap.
Thank you, Jesus! Mother Mary, pray for me!