(Alison, check out the last post, because you won!)
She’s been driving me crazy these past few days. Little J has wanted independence in public settings, but as soon as I put her down, she cries and sits or insists I pick her up again. This morning, we were rushing around to get to BSF and we had such a fiasco trying to put her shoes on. She screamed bloody murder and said, “tight.” I yelled back at her, told her they weren’t tight and she needed to stop screaming. We were late to BSF so we could have some snuggle time and recoop but we were both feeling as gloomy as the weather.
After nap, Little J and I had some good cuddle time on the couch, just what we needed. I was tickling her and then noticed her patterned sock was really dirty. I went to pull it off and it stuck. Dried blood all over her foot. Gulp. Poor child, has a very nasty blister on her heel, deep, oozy and big.
Oh, I see…don’t know why I didn’t connect those dots earlier. So that explains the demand to be held, the screaming when I try to put on her shoe, the sitting down in a middle of a parking lot. I feel about an inch tall. I feel so bad but glad I learned an important lesson about taking the time to understand my kids.