Having to do everything for some one is annoying.  But do you want to know what is next level annoying?  Having to be patient while someone who is a bagillion times worse at you in everything, has to do everything for themselves.

I am glad The Munch is finding her independence and is in this new developmental phase of her growth and hummina hummina hummina.  Yes of course I delight in watching her learn and challenge herself and yadda yadda yadda.  Oh how glorious it all is.

But I am sorry, waiting for her to put her shoes on by herself, only for her to freak out because she can’t, then yell at me for trying to help her, then finally get one shoe on the wrong foot, then cry because it feels funny, then wants me to take it off, then gets mad when I try to, then takes it off herself, then tries to put the wrong shoe back on again… it all kinda makes me want to drop kick her.

So much is wasted on the young.  She should be relishing in the fact that I wait on her like a virgin handmaiden in the royal court of Persia.  But instead The Munch wants to make her own peanut butter and jelly, which results in her digging the knife into the jar until her fingers are fully immersed, and then stabbing the bread like a scorned lover.  I swear on everything holy I just added another 8 hours to my day waiting for her how to figure out buckling and unbuckling the car-seat and that you can’t put both legs in the same pant hole and expect to get very far.

“I’ll do it Mama!  I will feed the chickens by myself!”