This morning I was getting cleaned up and dressed for the day and feeling pretty okay about myself. It wasn't even 10 am and I had worked out (twice), eaten breakfast, done the dishes and gotten the kids to school early for a change. Lila was in a pleasant mood and was contentedly watching Mickey Mouse while I took a quick shower. Just as I finished pulling on my shirt I heard the ominous sound of many, many small things hitting the kitchen floor. I dashed down the hall to find this...
I took a deep breath and calmly asked, "Lila, why did you pour the animal crackers all over the floor?" She immediately burst into tears. I put my arms around her and gave her a hug. "Lila, look at me. Do I look mad? Am I yelling at you?" She sniffed, hiccuped, and said, "No."
"So what happened?"
"I wanted a cracker."
I realized that the bag had been sitting open on the counter and she must have grabbed the bottom of it by mistake. I told her, "Okay, next time you want a snack will you please come and ask Mommy to help you get it so we don't have another spill happen?" She agreed and I got down to help her pick them all up.
I was just congratulating myself on handling a frustrating situation with maturity and restraint when Lila shot me a look of complete disdain and said, "You know if you leave these out I am going to spill them."
I couldn't even respond.
I really should know better by now...