I really amaze myself with what an awesome parent I can be. Why, just yesterday this happened…(take notes!):
“YOU REALLY HAVE TO STOP YELLING AT ME, CARSON!!” I yelled.
“WELL STOP YELLING AT ME!” Carson yelled back.
He makes a good point.
You know how I’ve been training to run the past several months? (Don’t worry if this is news to you, just go with it.)
Well, on the Fourth of July, Tate and I ran a 5K. He hasn’t trained for one, lousy second. I’ve been running 10 miles a week ALL DANG SUMMER, sweating and toiling. TOILING.
His final time was 24:56, mine was 30:56.
It just ISN’T FAIR.
Carson learned how to ride a bike without training wheels this weekend. He starts Kindergarten in less than a month. I fully expect him to start driving, grow a beard and get married within the year.
Ella could kick your kid’s butt in a tantrum throwing contest.
At least I win at something.