My child, do I ever love her... but sometimes, just sometimes, I think she does things just to irritate me.
Like she knows which buttons to push and when to push them.
It's like the second she popped out of my body, some mean doctor with an evil laugh handed her a manual on how to get under your Mommy's skin.
Okay, maybe all of that sounds harsh and possibly makes my kid sound like the devil.
Which she is not.
She's a part of me and her Daddy, so I know she possesses traits that myself and my husband thrive on. Like making fun of things, doing things just because someone says you can't and, my favorite, being a smart ass.
Take yesterday for example, the nesting thing kicked in for me and I decided it was past time to dive into the toy mess that clutters our room and get a little more organized. So I set about completing this task. I went through the utter disaster and separated toys into categories. This would go into the playroom. This goes in the bin under her bed. That goes into the toy box, etc.
When I was finally done with the toys, plus re-straightening the rug, cleaning the floors and making the beds. I collapsed on the couch with a sigh of happiness.
I was done.
And then I proceeded to watch Roo slowly, but surely, bring certain toys back into the room.
A play cell phone and dinosaur.
Her tiny pink potty from Ikea was next.
Then came the stuffed animals.
Suddenly my floor was covered in toys again.
And I just sat on the couch and let it happen!
In my defense I'm stupendously pregnant (a.k.a. lazy) and had no energy to get up and scold her.
Besides, like I said, she's like me if someone tells me no, I do it anyways.
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