It’s 10 p.m. and I just brewed a pot of coffee. (Well, half of one.)
True story.
Yeah, it’s been that kind of day.
The title alone should make you wonder.
And I just felt like having a real virtual coffee date with you all…because some stories are worthy of a cup of java to go along with them. This one is with mocha creamer, and I have to admit it’s not my favorite. Should there be another cup tonight, I’m thinking the Bailey’s Irish Cream we have in the fridge. 
Yeah. (Ok, I just totally realized that I made it sound like I was pouring alcohol into my coffee at 10 pm…it’s actual creamer. I promise. :))
Mae and I have had a crazy up, silly down week. Wonderful moments, frustrating times…and I truly am more in love with my daughter than ever after this week. I often question myself as a parent, but I know without a doubt that my daughter is the most precious gift.
But all of that aside…she stillĀ provided some good
stories today…and of course I will tell them to you.
This is a coffee date, after all. š
So to tell you that Mae has reached the “terrible two’s” is a completely accurate statement. She just can’t understand why something might not go her way. Hence…the temper tantrum. Multiple times a day. Some are worse than others, but each grates on my nerves just a bit more than the previous one.
Thursdays are typically an easy day. She spends her morning in the church nursery with Miss Lisa, who she loves, while I’m at Bible study. She’s free to play, socialize, and eat…a good combo for my people-girl. She sees a lot of people she loves…like Aunt Kris and Miss Alison and Miss Melanie and Miss Sue…all who make her day a little brighter.
Today, though, it seemed that NOTHING and NO ONE could cheer her up. After Bible study, I went in the nursery to chat a bit while she played, and she became completely unhinged. There was no reason to cry…she just threw herself at me and wept. No fever, nothing wrong that we could tell…
She was just grumpy.
(There was a bit of grace…we all have those days.)
I’d try to put on her coat or pack up her things…enter the screaming fit.
I was tired by the time we got in the van to go to the mall.
Lunch at the mall is always interesting…mostly because the McDonald’s closed. But I bought her some pretzel sticks, and for a moment, she was content.
I got myself a protein smoothie…trying to stay somewhat within the range of healthy. Not sure I succeeded…
Anyway.
She saw that cup of raspberry-banana glory, and it was all she wanted.
And please understand me…I’m fine with sharing. But she did not need to drink the whole thing herself, either.
For several minutes we went back and forth. Since she was pretty content with actually sharing, I let her put her hand on the cup.
BIG mistake. Huge.
I went to take it back, and she clenched her little hand around it, jerked it up, the lid popped off, and out poured the smoothie…
Right onto her head and down her nose.
I was mad and I laughed at the same time…not sure how I managed that one.
A few wipes later and all was (mostly) clean.
It did, however, earn her the nickname Smoothie-Head in our house. Hee hee.
After “lunch” it was off to the playground where there was some playing, more grumpy-ness, and the confirmation that it was time to go home for a
NAP.
So I plopped her in the van, took her home, gave her some milk…and put her down for a much-needed-for-both-of-us sleep.
And while she slept…I thought.
About how even though there were more than several frustrating moments in the day, I looked back at them with JOY.
Because not every day is going to be perfect.
But if I can smile after watching my $5 protein smoothie dribble down my daughter’s face…and after countless battles of the will…
I know it’s all going to be good.
My Maelie girl, we had a rough day. But I want you to know how much I love you, how much I value those memories, and how thankful I am…that you are here. Your hugs, your smiles, the memories we make together…are all so treasured.
YOU are a treasure.
And I love you. Sleep well, my baby girl. I can’t wait to see your smile in the morning.
Love,
Mama
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