Ahhhh, the joys (and pains - mostly pains) of parenting a 2 year old! Those of you who have been through this or are currently going through this will just laugh or smirk. Those of you who know Chip and I well will probably shake your head in satisfaction that "revenge" has come so early :)
First, Madison is over 3 feet tall. This may not sound like much but trust me, I stand 5'4" on a good day and at this rate, she will be out ranking me in height by the time she's 5! Second, why is it that ALL 2 year
olds talk and look at you as if you are an idiot!?! What happens when they start to walk and even better yet, talk that makes them think that they now know everything!?!?
Seriously, I'm not sure how people restrain :) It's an effort.
For example, I go to pick up my little darling at school and it's raining. Hard. Needless to say, I forgot the princess' umbrella. I'm parked in the first spot at the school and my doors are unlocked.
We are standing at the glass doors looking to leave and Madison says "Mommy look it's raining and it's dark!"
Me: "I Know Sweetie - let's hurry to the car"
Madison: "Mommy - where is the umbrella?"
Me: "I forgot it honey, I'm sorry. The car is right up front and Mommy will run" (In 4 inch heels)
Madison: "
Ok - hurry"
I cover my precious angel's head with a jacket (Oh yeah, I'm wearing WHITE FYI) and make a mad dash for the car - praying I don't break an ankle in these heels. I open the door and get her in safely and fairly dry! I'm impressed!
While standing out in the rain, completely soaked in totally see through clothes and mascara
running down my face that would put Gene Simmons to shame, Madison proceeds to tell me that the water dripping off my long hair is getting her "wet" and for me to close the door.
At this point, there is no saving me. I finish buckling her in and walk around to my side of the car and get in.
As I'm squeezing out the water of my hair and clothes and trying to salvage what's left of my make up, Madison proceeds to tell me that she's wet, and cold and that I didn't bring an umbrella. You don't say!?!? I stopped for a moment debating if strapping your child to the hood of the car is legal in Texas - that would show her wet! :)
I quickly snapped back to reality and drove home wondering how I was going to get the little darling from my car to the house without a drop of rain on her precious skin. I quickly thought to call Chip to meet us outside with an umbrella - Nice going mom! I'm feeling pretty proud of myself as I see Chip waiting for us. He rushes out to the car, umbrella in hand and quickly gets Madison safely (and dry) from the car to the house.
I rush to the garage and I'm soaked. I look like I just jumped in a pool with all my clothes on. Chip is nice enough to bring me a towel. I take off my wet clothes in the garage (yes the door is shut people - let's keep it clean!) and head inside. The final kicker?!?! After all my
sacrifice...Madison looks at me and says "Mommy! Daddy brought an umbrella and didn't get Madison wet!" "Good job Daddy!"
YES - GOOD JOB DADDY! I growled under my breath.