This is not the post I had planned to write.
But I am MAD.
Ohhhh you don't want to be a freckle faced 3 1/2 year old right now.
Of course if you WERE a freckle faced 3 1/2 year old, you wouldn't have broken your baby doll bed and then taken the broken pieces and colored all over them.
And your Mommy wouldn't be livid and telling the internet how livid she really is over a baby doll bed on her blog. A blog she usually likes to use to uplift, entertain and add just a little bit of the occasional scandal to your life.
I am alternating between the worlds called "My Wit's End" and "Overflowing With Neverending Loving Kindness and Heart Shaped Bunnies" with her. I can't keep up with the changing moods. And don't tell me it will be worse when she's 12. I worked with Junior Highers for 7 years, I know it will get worse and that worse will also involve boys and mean girls and hormones. I don't want to hear all that.
Instead, I want to hear that it won't always be like this (lie if you have to.) I want to hear that those of you who know and love my daughter can still find redeeming qualities in her. I want those of you who don't know my daughter to say that you have always wanted to get to know her because she is so cute. And so freckle faced. And dressed like a farmer.
Even though right now all I want to do is call her a Poo Poo Diaper Baby.