This morning, Tori was a beast. She didn’t want to sit in her high chair. Didn’t want to have her teeth brushed. Didn’t want her hair done.
In fact, I literally had to hold her flailing body down with one arm while trying to force the shirt over her head with the other to get her dressed (she prefers to be naked these days).
In short, by the time I arrived at her daycare, I was a flustered mess (I’m pretty sure I remembered to put deodorant on, but…)
So when I saw another frustrated-looking mommy pulling a fully costumed Spiderman out of the car, I smiled, knowing how she felt.
She got to the door ahead of me and saw me smiling at her. I think she thought I was questioning her mommy skills, because she said, “He just insisted on wearing that costume today. I couldn’t talk sense into him.”
“I feel your pain,” I replied. “This one doesn’t want to wear clothes at all. I practically had to strap her down to get her dressed this morning.”
She nodded sympathetically, and as our eyes met, we shared a moment of perfect understanding.
As we parted ways, her calling to her Spiderman to slow down, me pleading with Tori to stop pulling my hair, I felt a little better about the world.
We’re all in this together—and every mom is equally clueless.