The Day I Could Have Been Nicer to Isabella

I love this blog in a way because it is a therapist's chair to the internet. I can sit here and type anything and delete it, type it again and delete it, and end up with a product that is readable by the rest of the world and feel better about whatever it is I am writing. This morning my sweet daughter woke up with a whine. She whined through breakfast and she whined through her shower. She whined as she put her tights on for church and pulled her dress over her head. She whined about brushing her teeth and every activity in between and then began to tell me how she didn't want to go to Mass and she didn't understand why she needed to go. I was "done" by 10am. We spent the day (as the form of punishment) without television (see previous flamingo story), and made use of the rooms full of toys she has crammed in 3 of her rooms in the house. That didn't go so hot and she counted down the time that I told her she could start watching television again. Once television began again, she whined more about staying up later than her normal bedtime (just because mom is a softy). Nevertheless, that didn't go well. Now she sleeps and I look at her sweetly. She lays there in her Disney Princess bed and is angelic and innocent, and I want to tell her I love her and that I won't be quite so crabby tomorrow. She is innocence in a beautiful little girl.