Today I realized that for every moment you think "Wow! I have this parenting thing down!" there are at least five moments where you are like "Holy crap, I have no idea what I'm doing." I just had one of those mornings where everything went wrong. It started when I asked my son to throw out his granola bar wrapper to which he responded "No YOU throw it out." So there were some time-outs, there was me putting toys outside "for the nicer kids in the neighbourhood", there were some tears and eventually, the wrapper was put in the garbage. By him. Now I am exhausted but also slightly proud that he did the right thing. I think that's basically the key to parenting: you have to put up with some garbage so you can have those moments of pride. Anyways, I happened to notice this sweet sticker on the filthy road and I thought it was somehow a fitting image for this post. That's all for now. I am sick and going back to bed.