one of those days (parenting edition)

It's been one of those mornings
where my kiddo wants to throw down
over every little thing

And like every other bad day
the only cure
is silliness

We've had tickle cuddles
played the "where's your beautiful face?"
version of peek-a-boo
and made fairy bread for breakfast
because if sugar doesn't cure grumpiness
it shouldn't exist

My parental nerves are frayed
and I really shouldn't be drinking
a third cup of coffee
but in the absence of any real
mind altering substance
or camomile tea  
hot anxiety juice will have to do

This quiet is the eye of the storm
that could soon be over
because I'm having my elbow
headbutted as I write this
which isn't fun for my elbow
or my kiddos head
but he seems to think otherwise

It's been one of those mornings
and it's going to be one of those days
where silliness is the cure
until it's not
and I lock myself
in the bathroom
just for a moment of peace