ST PAUL, MINN --
In a recent blog entry, Meg may have unintentionally misled readers to believe that she:
a. has this whole motherhood thing figured out
b. is never cranky, crabby, or at all out-of-sorts
c. never, ever wishes that the kid clawing his/her way up her pants leg would just go bang some Tupperware bowls together, or something, and let her just fold this one last stinkin' dish towel, if it's not too much trouble, please!??
d. galavants happily throughout each day, magically whisking her children to and from enriching activities, providing nutritious and delicious snacks and meals at appropriate times, and always provides consistent and firm, yet gentle guidance and discipline when necessary.
Meg wishes she wasn't so fast and loose with her posts on her happy days, and Meg wishes she could also post her grumpy days too, but you definitely don't want to read that. Meg guesses that what Meg meant was more, like, she understands herself and her role and her life a little better now, and she hopes that readers know her well enough to know that mood swings and waffling emotions are still to be expected.
Meg regrets the error.
These days, when Lucy asks us to do something, and we have to say "no" (like, she wants me to pick her up when I am already holding a very sad Eddie... OR, she wants me to peel her another orange when she has just devoured two of them)... she replies:
"You got to try!"
Or sometimes it's:
"Don't say 'no' at me!"
It is sooo hard not to laugh.
Also, I know everybody already knows this but I have to write it down for posterity: she calls the refrigerator the "fridgerfridger."