The other day I think I wrote something about Emmy not driving me so nuts that I reach my breaking point.
Is it too late to retract that? This monkey wakes up between 5:15 and 5:45 and rather than following my usual plan (since I have always been blessed with early risers) of ignoring her until 6, I just can't seem to do it this time around. So around 6:30 am, after feeling like I'd already put in a full day of mothering, I gently threw her on Nate who was on the recliner and went and laid on the floor of our closet. I NEEDED TO BE ALONE. So she does stretch me to my mothering limits. Sometimes when I get really worn out with a particular stage a child is in, I imagine them in like 15 years. Not because I want them to grow up quickly or because I think it will be easier then. It just helps me have perspective and I know that certain struggle we are having is temporary.
Look at her. In 15 years I am going to be dragging her out of bed to get her to high school on time. No more early rising then.