Whining, Wine-ing & Winning

Who do you spend the most time with?

My husband might disagree, but he gets to leave the house. Bee and I are together so much that I know exactly when she’s about to ask for a snack, when she’s about to get into something she shouldn’t, and when she’s about to yell “Mom!” from another room while I’m standing three feet away from her. She also knows all my weaknesses. Fruit snacks. Bluey. Letting her stay up 10 more minutes. The funny thing is she’s actually pretty cool to hang out with most of the day. We run errands, go to the pool, hit the playground, and she’s usually my little sidekick.

Then her father walks through the front door. She forgets I’ve kept her alive all day. Apparently I’m the mean parent. The snack provider. The chauffeur. The unpaid intern.

Dad gets home and she acts like I’ve been holding her hostage since breakfast. Then she’ll ask me, “Why?” I’ll answer. Then she’ll ask, “Why?” I’ll answer again. Then she’ll ask, “Why?” And then another “Why?” And another. Eventually she stops, looks at me, and says, “Oh yea.”

Like she just solved one of the world’s greatest mysteries.bThen five minutes later she asks the exact same question again. It’s ironic but she’s still my favorite person to spend time with. Most days.