Yesterday, I lost my Mommy Mojo. I was adrift on a sea of preschooler tantrums and disobedience and toddler crabbiness. I couldn't seem to do anything right from nap time to bed time. Miss wouldn't listen to a thing I said. She didn't take a nap, so she was cranky and whiney. My attempts to redirect and/or to discipline her left both of us frustrated and frayed. I could not seem to find my usual groove with my big girl, and to top it off, my normally sunny, cheerful Lass was a crabby mess. By the time I took Lass up for her bath, I was in tears. I managed to rally and get Miss bathed and in bed happily and without struggle, but I ended the day exhausted and unhappy with myself. I vowed to get it right today.
Today, Mama got her groove back. Today, we went to the zoo with some friends and had a blast. Both girls were wonderful. Lass even sat in her stroller the whole time with minimal protest!
Miss was fantastic. She listened well, helped with her sister, and was my usual happy, if sometimes slightly mischievous, girl. She had so much fun. Of course, there was plenty of goat feeding.
Lots of excitement over the big llamas. These were thankfully fairly well groomed and free from matted, poo-crusted fur (click here if you missed the post about matted, poo-crusted fur).
Lass made a new friend.
Miss played chase with her friend all over the zoo.
She was really interested in this tortoise. The poor thing kept trying in vain to fit through these posts, and Miss was calling to it, "Come here big turtle. Come here so I can hold you." It was kind of pitiful.
And then. After months of asking for them. Three "zoos" and many animal encounters later, we finally saw the giraffes.
Initially Miss was timid about feeding them. She wouldn't do it herself, until she saw Baby Sister do it. My little fearless girl.
After she saw her Sis do it, Miss gave it a try too.
The tall guys were definitely the highlight of the zoo. It was a great day with friends. And to top it off, both girls stayed awake for the entire hour-plus drive home (right at their usual nap time) and took fantastic naps after we got here. That never happens. It must have been some cosmic freebie to make up for yesterday.
But really, yesterday probably wouldn't have been so bad if I had just managed to pick my battles a little more wisely and maybe count to ten a few times. Yesterday I was not my best Mommy self. Okay, let's be honest. Yesterday I was an ugly mess. Today, I got myself a little perspective, took a deep breath, and got my Mojo back.