And there we have it…
Finally a daycare pickup that I’ve waited on for years….carrying each kid out kicking and screaming bloody murder, dragging the flailing monster into the car and forcing the car seat buckles on while they throw their tantrum. TIMES THREE.
They are a lot stronger now that I can’t haul all three at once, especially when they don’t want to obey. Reagan definitely attempted to bite through my hoodie on her way out and Harper ran around the parking lot…similar to last year…
Apparently school book fairs are not for the weak of heart. Running away with the balloon centerpieces AND random, unpurchased books is more of the real life toddler experience, all while trying to escape their mother and hide in other school rooms.
At least I enjoyed a moment of toddler torment by eating one of their beloved lollipop treats while they all shrieked in rage from the backseat. Butterscotch, if you wanted to know.
Tonight is a wine kind of night. Lord help me.