She is the most exhausting person I have ever met.
And I can’t even be mad because she is me. Poor girl.
I have begun to feel that if I had waited until she was 3 I don’t think we would have a second child. What a horrible thing to say. Yeah, Yeah, but have you met a three year old this wasn’t true about?
A day in the life of my three year old:
6 am- Time to scream because I do not want to be awake. ( She is not a morning person)
6:15 am – Switch to crying because it is too cold outside to wear a dress without pants. You see my daughter will only wear dresses. Literally. Because Princesses don’t wear pants. Thanks Disney. And by thanks I mean F you disney. So she wears pants and a dress over top. Then calls it stylish.
6:45-3:45 Act like an angel at school all day. Come home with best listener awards.
3:45- Spend car ride home saying potty words to make her sister laugh. “booty, booty, booty”
4:00- Demand to change from her regular dress to a princess dress. If she does all is well. IF not. Holy hell insert one hour of crying about dress.
6:00- Cry about going poop. Because She hates to poop. This could be a whole post itself.
7:00- Asleep. Hey, this is a pretty good quality.
My daughter is smart, hilarious, and extremely stubborn. Which makes her pretty fantastic, except she is three and doesn’t understand why you can’t not poop and wear princesses dresses everywhere.