Marie gave Amelia a bubble bath tonight. It did not go very well. It was essentially a screaming/splashing match until I stepped in.
Parenting is hard, harder when you lose your cool, and insane when you and your kid have both lost the patience. Sometimes it can be difficult to regain that familiar footing, especially when everything seems to be compounding on one another. Whenever I’m in that zone I remind myself that there’s (usually) no rush and that if I need to step back I can. Taking control of the situation is not necessarily controlling my child. Often times it can be taking control of my feelings so they can exist in the moment and be dealt with (maturely) later. Preferably at a time or place without a bath toy looking to kill me.