Every attempt made this morning to create a harmonious day was thwarted by a toddler who would rather do the opposite of everything rather than conform to a harmonious day. From following our cat Blekica around and tormenting her into a corner, to trying to ride Heidi or Loca or both, to jumping from the top of the sofa to the large window, to spitting his peach yogurt on me – so began this Sunday.
Before inflicting harm, I meditatively went out and emptied the pool, then scrubbed it with ammonia, then I called friends – desperate for adult company – and their kids to keep the tod-zilla company. And a lovely time was had by all.
I’m convinced Tin knows he can annoy me, and so it pleases him to do so. What I’m not convinced about is my ability not to be annoyed.