That's the pace of my life right now.
Which isn't really great for me, because I'm already late for life in general as it is.
Every mother of a three-year-old will understand that it doesn't help my late-ness to have this girl as my side-kick:
Nope, not at all.
She has to line up her letters and "guys" (figurines) just so before we go anywhere.
She has to put them back in her purse in a particular order.
She has to get out of the car by herself. If I help her on accident, she gets right back in and does it herself (after a small tantrum).
She has to do everything just her way or we're all in for trouble.
So, my life is S-L-O-W right now.
Very slow.
So slow that sometimes it makes me crazy.
So I get out the camera and take pictures to help bide my time while she counts up random things:
Has to read a particular way before bed (we have to sit just so on the reading chair...my spot is off to one side and hers is mounting up on one of the arms like a horse. We must be in that position before the story begins). No just sitting on my lap with my arms wrapped around her for that girl.
She has to drink approximately four drinks in her specific cup-color of choosing for that particular moment in time (and I better not get it wrong or I'm in for it).
She has to stick with her own agenda...one that she makes up as she goes along and changes her mind like 235 times about what the next step is. (Hmmm...sounds like someone else I know.)
If you don't get it right or you try to tweak it a little, boy howdy she lets you know that's just not gonna fly.
I know, I know, all three-year-olds do these things. But I'm just saying, wow.
This is my new favorite picture:
And so, my dear Lucy, although I do appreciate you helping me slow down enough to keep up with the average snail, (life goes WAY too fast and I do want to take time to smell the flowers along the way of this crazy-fast life of ours), do you think we could just take it up just a teeny, tiny notch?
That would be good for my sanity.
Plus, I'm pretty quick at smelling the flowers.Labels: lucy
She has to put them back in her purse in a particular order.
Has to read a particular way before bed (we have to sit just so on the reading chair...my spot is off to one side and hers is mounting up on one of the arms like a horse. We must be in that position before the story begins). No just sitting on my lap with my arms wrapped around her for that girl.
She has to drink approximately four drinks in her specific cup-color of choosing for that particular moment in time (and I better not get it wrong or I'm in for it).
And so, my dear Lucy, although I do appreciate you helping me slow down enough to keep up with the average snail, (life goes WAY too fast and I do want to take time to smell the flowers along the way of this crazy-fast life of ours), do you think we could just take it up just a teeny, tiny notch?