I wouldn’t call my kid a prima donna or a diva, mostly because he’s a boy and if I was going to talk about bad behavior, I’d probably just call him a punk.
Lovingly, of course.
But there are certain aspects of his life that are definitely diva-tastic. Like how his schedule dictates our own, especially when it comes to naps. This afternoon, my husband and I made the risky decision to grocery shop a mere hour before nap time, which meant putting the kid in a warm car. Adhering to his schedule and making sure he didn’t nap in the car meant racing through the grocery aisles and then me sitting in the back with him as entertainment versus sitting beside my husband up front. Then this evening I’ve sat at his beck and call to make sure no monsters are under his bed, but that’s after packing his lunch, washing his clothes, bathing him, and doing all the other things that moms do and never get to put on their resume.
Because if he was a celebrity and not a toddler, I’d have “Personal Assistant” as my current job.
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