I have had a really challenging couple of weeks with MotorMouth. He has been....difficult. If I say we are going to have mac & cheese for lunch, he throws a fit for hot dogs. The next day, I'll make hot dogs, because he wanted them the day before. Only this time, he says he wants mac & cheese. Arrrgh!
Saturday started off as MotorMouth day when, at 9 am, I made dinosaur pancakes for the boy and flower pancakes for the girl. MotorMouth's favorite things day continued to 4 pm. I lost it when he threw a fit because we had to go wait for Daddy to finish work. He said he wanted to do something 'fun'. I said he was an ungrateful child.
MiniMe was cry pot all day. She would just cry for no reason. I took to asking her if I had spanked her or if MotorMouth had hit her. When she'd say "No", I'd tell her to stop crying unless she had been hit. After 9x, I lost count on the total number of times I said that all day. Is that a girl thing? Crying for no reason? I'm about ready to put her on testosterone.
On Sunday, after church, I laid them down for a nap and I napped as well. I was tired, but I wanted to kill some time without having to engage. When I awoke, I started thinking about what Orlando Juarez, our friend and former music minister said to us the day we found out MotorMouth was ours. "Don't pass up a blessing because it does not meet your criteria."
MotorMouth is a blessing in my life. So is MiniMe. And I need to remember that, even when he is being a putz and she is a raging estrogen. They are blessings, even when they are not conforming to the perfect angels I want them to be.