I don’t get it. I just don’t.
Normally, we all get dressed after breakfast, but when we woke up to find Cate wet her bed last night, it became neccesary to dress her immediately. Sounds simple, right?
You might want to re-think your answer.
She’s been in a “do it myself” phase, but she can never make up her mind.
I tried picking out an outfit for her but that was apparently the wrong thing to do. She threw a fit and refused to pick out something else for herself. I got her to sorta agree to a Hornets basketball jersey (yes, Chris bought it for her) but then she wouldn’t put it on. I was losing my patience; I’d had it “up to here” y’all. Then Daddy walked in to Cate’s room to see what all the fuss was about.
Don’t you know her mood changed within a fraction of a second? She was all smiles and put her clothes right on without a peep, then went and sat with him while he shaved, happy and quiet as could be.
Why do they seem to do this? I could have had a monster of a day, and Chris comes in from work and they girls are wonderful. He’s left thinking, “I don’t understand why your day was so bad. They’re acting perfectly.” I’m left feeling like I want to pull my hair out even more.
(Or hit the bottle…)