Whelp Kai, my oldest, decided to start changing the levels of the chair in front of her, well because, it was making her giggle up an absolute storm. Little did any of us know it was going to lead into Autobots vs. Decepticons vs. Mark Wahlberg vs. John Cena in my house in just a matter of minutes. As Kai was finishing up his math work for school for the day, she was just watching and waiting. Like a shark circling a wounded seal in the ocean, it was that epic of a stalk. Walking over every few minutes to touch the mechanism that lowers and raises the chair, smiling cunningly while walking away. I’m over here just thinking she’s trying to be cute, well because, it was actually kind of cute. Little did I know it was rapidly leading to the largest and fastest mommy meltdown of the day.
Kai jumped up, super excited he finished his math. So excited that he actually shoved his backwards fives, along with random scribbles and stick figures, in my face to have me grade it. That day I also learned that my child will purposely write his numbers backwards to see my reaction when I’m grading. It usually ends with me smashing my face down in his book while he just cackles away maniacally. I catch out the corner of my eye little miss Saoirse is over by the chair inspecting it, trying to figure out how to get onto it. I’m scolding my 10-year-old asking him on why he wrote all his fives backwards, when all of a sudden, the climbing begins. I let her climb a little bit at first and noticed that it wasn’t exactly all that safe, so I redirected her and lowered the chair. Not even 5 minutes later, a full meltdown begins.
All. Because. She. Couldn’t. Sit. Up. In. The. Chair.
The moment my husband, who you hear in the background, pulls the chair out, she is the happiest toddler under the sun. So the mommy meltdown of the day happened all because my wonderful and absolutely beautiful daughter couldn’t sit up in the brand new chair.