I was trying to sit and type a serious post about materialism or privacy. I kept getting interrupted by the teething toddler in our house. If she were just sad and in pain, I could deal with that and comfort her. But she's not! She's into EVERYTHING. But she's not into the nice box of toys I have out for her or one of the nice accessible cupboards she's allowed to explore. No. She's into the printer and opening drawers all over the house and eating Clementine peels from the garbage and the wet boots and the printer some more. AAAAGH!
Now I'm standing here typing one handed while holding a squirming toddler on one hip because it's far better for my sanity than letting her roam around the house. I would go, but concentrated attention is no less frustrating right now than this is.
No comments:
Post a Comment