That sounds odd, and possibly mean, but I swear it wasn't.
She's pretty direct and after being at our house for an hour this morning she felt it was important to say, "Leslie you need to relax. Stop shouting and giving those kids rules and let it be summer. This is day one, you'll never make it for the whole summer."
Oh San Juana.
I don't pay you to talk to me like that.
Just kidding, I love San Juana.
I handled her input with grace and maturity. "You need to tell them to start cooperating and then I'll stop shouting."
I think we can all agree that this was a shining moment for me, and that San Juana probably has a really good point.
You know who else might unfortunately have a point?
Aiden and his damn Red poem.
Though I may scream from time to time, I stand firm in the fact that I do not ever wear a high side pony tail.
I have limits.
After my reprimand from San Juana, I decided I really needed to regroup.
The truth is, most of this is Dora's fault.
Dora the freakin' Explorer.
I really don't like her. I would use the word hate, but it feels mean because she's a child, she always seems happy, and she's also, well, fictional.
This chick is inspiring all sorts of crazy melt downs in my daughter though and honestly I want to punch her in the face.
(Dora, not Stella.)
We can't work our way through 15 minutes at home without a begging turned freak out for Dora.
When Stella shattered our iPad earlier today, wait.....didn't I mention Stella was watching Dora on the iPad without my permission and then dropped and shattered it?
It was a moment. It was a moment for sure.
It really rounded out my joy for the day.
I want to be clear that I did not yell. I did not yell at all.
I'm hanging on to the fact that there might be more moments like this through the summer.
There might be more inspiration from Cole, like this.
There might also be some needed time away. I found and booked a sitter named Bidi today and she is straight up adorable. Not only is her name Bidi, which makes her already sound like a Disney character that we all would love, but she was open for every date I asked her about for the month of June.
Maybe summer will be OK.