Yep, I talk about my kid pooping

I have to admit, I get a bit stressed over stupid stuff. This morning was kind of typical, so I don't know why I expected something different. I'm pretty sure that is the definition of crazy, but - whatever. I waffle in the mornings between wanting her to make her own independent fashion choices, and wanting her to not look like a 6 year old making her own fashion choices. The middle ground were these leggings that look like jeans - but look like leggings. I have to admit I won when it comes to hairstyle, but feel secretly guilty for shutting down her excitement toward fixing her own hair. Random hair clips, barrettes, scrunchies and such seem to multiply like bunnies in her bathroom drawer. I can pick out a handful of hair accessories that I have bought her, I think the rest come from grandma. She is properly groomed, brushed, and weather-appropriately dressed way before it's time to travel to the bus stop. This is a pretty amazing feat. It's finally time to head to the bus stop (a little late because I was caught up in the facebook alternate universe where time travels more quickly) and she tells me she has to poop. Ugh. She is not a speed pooper. She is a leisurely read-a-magazine and wait-to-make-sure-that-was-it pooper. Needless to say I pack us up in the car and barrel down to the end of the street to make it to the bus by parking the car in front of the loading bus to let her out. I'm pretty sure the bus driver really doesn't care when he sees a straggler running down the street. So I pit him, then smile and wave when she is safely on the bus. Oh, by the way, all while still in my pajamas.

When she gets home, it is family time. My husband and I both have the day off, so it is off to a coffee shop for homework and checkers. Jeremy is really good at strategy games, so I'm glad he is teaching her. I love watching her pace around the game table, contemplating her next move - out loud. She's not very sneaky, but I'm impressed with the thought process. There is a lot of laughter, sugary drinks, and a new found go to spot for family night.

Natalia made us dinner tonight - all except the frying. Six year olds are notoriously clumsy around hot grease. Dinner was a total success and she was so proud. At the coffee shop I was reading a few inserts from the book "Chicken Soup for the Soul". In the parenting section I read about a mother who let her kid play in the milk he spilled all over the kitchen floor. This was like an omen for the full glass of juice spilled at the dinner table tonight. No, she did not get to play in the juice. The moral of the story was not to get ruffled, and have the kid clean it up. Check. That, and the pooping lateness were the most difficult part of my day as a mom today. 

Nice work mom. I stayed cool during an inopportune bowel movement and spilled apple juice.