Some days, I'm happily laughing and having fun with the kids, and boom! something happens and I snap at them. Last week, there were a lot of those days and a high percentage of the "somethings" that happened were initiated by my devious little Munchkin. I can't begin to tally how many times I found myself hoping, wishing and praying that the terrible twos end sooner than the calendar predicts. In order to help my tiny tower of terror keep her behavior in check, I've listed a few things she could do to keep mama a little happier.
During my first few years living in New York, I maintained a ritual established back in college: gather my girlfriends either on worn sofas or dimly lit bars and discuss one another's current crushes or boyfriends. "How are things going? How was your date?" I'd ask. We'd dissect certain behavior and whether certain actions were pardonable or not. We'd provide encouragement if things were going well and support if they weren't.
Through the years, many friends have gotten married and I've noticed that most people no longer ask the married women about their relationship with their significant other. Yes, women complain about their husbands inability to load the dishwasher or some perceived slight but often, no one leans in and says, "How are things going?" in that grave tone once used to discuss errant boyfriends.
Patricia is a part-time working mom with a 9-year-old son (Monkey) and 7-year-old daughter (Munchkin). She thinks passing judgment on other parents comes easy, so why not (politely) pass judgement on GMvBM?