Or in other words, Happy St. Patty's day!
First words out of the child's mouth this morning were:
"Can I have green milk?"
After a moment in which I visualized just how gross green milk sounds and looks to me, I had to break it to him that I in fact could not reach the food coloring. Disappointment was at an all time high I think. Such is life.
I have come to the conclusion that as a mother I am equal parts hero, saint, enemy, doctor, protector, and anti-christ. The last one is what I am most frequently. Or at least that is how it feels. The sheer disappointment he seems to derive from my not being able to do certain things, or rather when I won't do certain things, is just guilt inducing beyond all belief. These are the things they don't include in the "So you want to be a parent?" hand book they hand out when you become pregnant. Oh wait, you didn't get one of those? Well neither did I. But it would be cool as shit to get something like that.
Ok, well then. I must get the child on the bus, and hubby to work. Such is life.
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