Backseat Driving

This weekend, Pumpkin started coming down with a bug. It started with a runny nose. Then, she got sneezy. Those of you who have spent any amount of time around young children know that sneezes of this nature always produce mass quantities of snot. Oh yeah. Wishing you were me right now.

Despite the fact that we stocked up on kleenex this week, Pumpkin would rather say, “Mom, don’t look at me,” and when she thinks I’m not looking, wipe her nose on her shirt. My life. It’s so hott.

And what’s even better, is that she’s hardly sleeping! As I type, I have finally won the War on Nap (Whoooooooo!) and she’s out like a light – but yesterday’s nap boycott turned into the 5 p.m. meltdown which turned into her crashing on the couch at 7 p.m. after watching mass quanities of crap on Noggin. (Note: I really relax my tv watching rules when someone is sick. I mean, I don’t feel like doing anything when I’m sick – and at least if she’s holding the couch down, I can limit the crumpled up tissue to a certain area of my house).

This morning, she woke up at six – bright and early, but quickly lost her sense of humor. She had numerous tantrums and crying jags and was really mad that we went to the store before the library. That is, until we got to the store and she made a beeline for one of those stupid carts with the truck in front. I hate these carts. They are so hard to steer! And aside from that, all I was needing was a 12-pack of Coke Zero and some mozzarella cheese. Hardly cart-worthy. But it kept my little monkey happy til we got to the check out and she got a sucker.