where's my hair clip?

Why is it that after a day of cute breakfasts, enriching learning activities, giggling, crying, and all of the other wonderful and exhausting activities that surround living with a toddler...do I turn into mean mommy at bedtime?  Did I just answer my own question?

I feel so good about so many of the things that I do as a mommy, but those last moments of me gritting my teeth over yet another refrain of "mommy loves me" (set to the tune of Jesus loves me)...then insert everyone we know per the request of a little one who has quickly caught on to stall tactics.  How can I deny him?  But alas I must, being bullied sucks, but feeling bullied by a little person sucks even more...NO MORE SONGS thats IT!...

"OK mommy, sweet dreams"  It breaks my heart that little voice, but he knows when the mean mommy tones comes out...how soon they learn, and us I suppose.

I have memories of hot summers (no AC just box fans)  my mom was the best...crafty picnicing montessori le leche league nurturer, but when her hair went up in a clip that was it...look out.  And we knew.

And now Elias knows, just 2 rotations around the sun and my boy is such a sponge for everything. 

my new mantra.....

May the contents of the days override the evenings' grittings.