This little girl.
She doesn't want to take naps anymore and is obsessed with wearing make up. And by wearing I mean paint all over her face and then get some on the carpet. The make up amazes me bc I hardly wear any so I don't know why she loves it so much. She takes forever to get ready bc she wants to dress herself. You have to tell her multiple times to do something OR not to do something. She tortures our dog Rico. She won't pose for pictures anymore like she used to and she's a mess maker.
All of it drives me a little crazy & I'm so exhausted from it all.
But ...
She tells me she loves multiple times a day. She loves all the same songs I do and sings along to them. She cuddles with me. She puts make up on and tells me I'm beautiful after. She reaches up to my hold my hand without me asking. She tells me she's going to grow big like me one day and can be so smart it scares me.
She can drive me so crazy but make me so happy all at once. I can feel so tired and just want to scream but then she does something sweet and it takes it all away. I always say I need a break but I couldn't imagine what I would do during the day without having to tell someone no, clean up all day long or wipe all the make up that has been painted on my face.
Motherhood is something else. But I love it and I love this little girl.
This post is so random. But I've had one of those days where I just want to give up and throw in the mommy towel. I don't know if it's bc it's about to be that time of month (TMI?) BUT I have been so irritable today and Sophia has been nonstop.
When I'm having these days I try to breathe and remind myself of one of my favorite quotes.
Is it just me but is the age of three so much harder than the age of two?