Remember how my car broke? And I was driving my grandmother's car? Well, I locked myself out of it last night, while it was running and Maren was strapped in. We answered an interesting question last night, though. How many Baptists does it take to break into a car. Apparently the answer is one - the one who goes home to get the spare.
At the end of the day, Maren was freaked out, but I don't think she really understood what was going on. She was upset that everyone was standing around and she was stuck in the car. After we got home and read stories she was fine, slept through the night without incident, yadda, yadda.
This morning we were all tired and I just threw comfy clothes at Brynna, knowing it was going to be a rough day for everyone. I tossed her a pair of slightly too-small sweatpants and a pink, sparkly Hannah Montana t-shirt. When the whining about hair brushing started, I shrugged and told her it wasn't that bad and I thought she'd be okay for one day. Why did I do that? Because I am terrible at consistency. I suck at setting a rule and sticking to it. I am not a morning person. I didn't know it was picture day.
It's been a rough couple of days around the Scattered Household. So, I'm asking for your help. What I really need is a big ole parenting win. Something that makes me feel like I might not suck at this gig. But, I'm just gonna have to wait for that to come along. In the meantime, help me out by sharing your parenting fails. Seriously. My ego needs you.