Life was a bit hard this morning. I have been up most of the night trying to cough up a lung without success, so I wasn’t functioning all that well. C6 was also pretty distracted this morning and seemed to think that “Hurry up and eat your breakfast” sounded a lot like “Go and play with your Batman toy” and that “Go and get dressed” sounded a lot like “Time to play with your racing cars”. I tried to help by packing his bag, and then we had this conversation:
Me: C6, where is your water bottle?
C6: What water bottle?
Me: The water bottle you take to school.
Me: Did you leave it at school?
C6: Leave what at school?
Me: YOUR WATER BOTTLE!
C6: I told you, I don’t know where my water bottle is!
(I just happen to look down)
Me: What’s that by your feet?
C6: What feet?
Me: YOUR FEET!! THE ONES AT THE END OF YOUR LEGS!!!
C6: I don’t see anything
(Grabs childs head and points it in the direction of waterbottle)
C6: Hey! It’s my water bottle! Did you put that there?
Me: JUST GET DRESSED, OKAY!!!
No wonder so many mothers have nervous breakdowns. Pass the valium, would you. I’m going to have a good lie down.