I wish kids came with instruction manuals.
Libby is still fighting us with getting dressed in the mornings. This morning was terrible.
We had to hold her down to get her dressed and put on her coat and shoes. She was screaming for me as William took her out to the van to go to daycare.
It sucked all the energy out of me. I feel like a zombie. A very sad zombie.
I thought for sure it would start getting better by now. I guess I will have to see about a different approach. What that will be, I don't know.