It is 3:36 and we are about 3 hours 36 minutes past our appointed nap time. Dear Ruby has threatened vomiting, used the potty 3 times, gone through three diapers on top of that and has now resorted to “I want my Daddy”. She may as well set up camp – good grief! JUST TAKE YOUR NAP! WE DO THIS EVERY DAY!
Every day I say “Hey no wine with dinner tonight – hold those calories” and every day something a bit too much pushes me right into that vat of grapes…
GOOD GRIEF MOM, JUST EAT YOUR DINNER! DO YOU NEED TO DRINK A GLASS OF WINE EVERY NIGHT?
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree – I’d have to agree.
Another potty run.