That sweet little girl above?
Actually, not so sweet.
We are in the midst of the terrible twos and I’m not sure we’re all going to make it out alive.
My daughter is way too much like me: stubborn, opinionated, short-tempered, and bossy. Cute on me (right??), but annoying on a two year old. Put us both together and it might just be explosive.
Chris and I work so well together because we balance each other out. He’s a lot less high-strung and can tell me when to chill out without being killed. And I can light a fire under his ass when he needs it. Perfect mixture of chaos.
Add-in a crazy two year old and the balance is completely off. Because now there’s too much me in this house and I can’t stand myself sometimes, let alone a little, loud, mini-me.
It’s a good thing she’s so cute…
I’m not worried about a newborn in the house (anytime now, thank you very much), I’m worried about surviving my two year old.