Oh boy.

That is my precious Lynnie, in a very typical state of hers.  Notice the paci.

My day started off with a lot of promise.  I had a PTA meeting at 8:15, so I got everything together last night.  I packed Bry's lunch, picked out his clothes, packed my gym bag, picked out my clothes, packed Lynnie's diaper bag, took a shower.  You get the idea.  I wanted this morning to flow smoothly and to be on time for the meeting.  I had big goals for today.  I wanted to catch up on putting away my laundry.  I wanted to get the rest of my dishes washed and put away after having small group last night.  Well, since my life is realistically imperfect, absolutely none of that happened.  

I woke up a few minutes late, but that shouldn't have been a big deal since I had everything ready.  Bry got up with no problems and started eating breakfast.  Lynnie woke up at her normal time after what seemed to be a good night of sleep.  But she was in a foul mood.  I'm talking FOUL.  My diva had crossed the line to devil.  She screamed literally all morning unless I was holding her.  What a great start to the day!  Well, dealing with her caused that few minutes I was already running late to be 20 minutes.  I was 20 minutes late to the meeting, which means Bry was also late for school.  Lynnie showed her diva colors during the entire meeting.

That's ok.  I had my gym bag and was heading to the gym for some me time and to let her play.  She walked right in to play, and I had a great workout.  Then I go in to take a shower and realized I hadn't prepared as well as I thought last night.  I forgot to take my towel for my shower (the gym doesn't provide them in an effort to keep costs low).  Great.  I have to get a shower and NOW because I have to pick up Bry for a dentist appointment.  Luckily I had worn a light jacket to the gym.  Being the realistically imperfect mom that I am, I used my jacket to dry off, thinking the whole time about how I would be able to laugh this off during my post tonight.

I went to get Lynnie, and she had fallen asleep for one of the ladies.  Yay!  Maybe she'll be super good for me at the dentist's office now!  I grab us a quick lunch (yay coupons!), but she refuses to eat anything but the fries.  Lovely.  I would have never let my son eat fries when he was a baby, but my life has become all about appeasing my daughter's temper.  So she ate fries. Ugh.  I know some moms who would flip.  No telling what nasty stuff is in french fries.  ;-)

Lynnie was perfect at the dentist's office.  Perfect.  Yay!!!  And then I was a stupid mom and had to open my mouth to ask the dentist a question about her.  I've noticed from posts by some of my friends that made me think her teeth seem to be coming in way faster than other kids her age.  I asked the dentist about it, wondering specifically if I needed to start taking her to dental appointments sooner rather than later since she already has so many teeth.  Well, she does have 2-3x more teeth than the average 16 month old (no wonder she's so rotten!  She's spent her entire existence teething, apparently!).  And the dentist noticed something else.  Her bite is being severely affected by her pacifier.  I need to stop allowing her to suck on her paci immediately or her bite may not correct itself without surgery.  As it is she'll probably require significant orthodontic intervention.  

Remember how I said my life is spent appeasing my daughter's temper?  The thought of taking her paci away literally terrifies me.  I am not a patient person, by any means.  And she's already so high maintenance.  Please say a prayer for me and for her!  I know it won't be easy on either of us.

Lynnie after some destruction she's created

I have had a very frustrating day.  I think one of the most frustrating things is that I had goals to accomplish today, and none of them got done.  Maybe if I don't set goals for tomorrow I'll have a better attitude when I write my post.  :-)

So let's break it down.

Frustrating:  The obvious things: Being super late to the meeting, not accomplishing any goals I set for myself, forgetting my towel for the gym, and hearing the news that I needed to wean Lynnie off of her paci sooner than later.

Awesome: The PTA meeting went well.  I found a sponsor to donate a few teacher appreciation gifts for us (yay!).  Bry didn't need another spacer because the one he had did its job perfectly (VERY yay!). I've noticed that my jeans are so loose on me that I can pull them off without unbuttoning them.  My working out is finally starting to pay off (very, very, very YAY!!).  

Despite my frustrations, I still have a lots of blessings to count and a lot to be thankful for.