Nothing is open at 7am

The only places open that can even mildly entertain a 2 year old at 7am (or worse 5am) are grocery stores and coffee shops. Grocery stores are the safest bet since they're accustomed to screaming children. Morning commuters and cubicle drones do not look fondly on someone else's child disrupting their intake of caffeine.

So like a lot of mornings, I found myself trying to get you to wait for me to wake up and clean myself for the day because you were fully dressed and waiting with shoes and hat by the door. You tried to help me get ready by randomly bringing me my own possessions. Apparently all I really need to be able to leave the house is a bra, a sweater, and my shoes...it would make for an interesting look.

Off we went to the grocery store, me and my extra active 2 year old with the hopes of procuring a few items we needed and doing so before you melted down in an emotional shit-storm of screaming and crying known as a "temper tantrum". Or, as I like to refer to it as, "mommy's own slice of anxiety inducing hell" or as the rest of the population sometimes calls it "a reason to drink".

As we entered the store you started dancing to the U2 song playing overhead and began gesturing with your hat and a produce bag. I asked you, "Are we a little crazy?" You looked at me sideways and smiled, "Maybe."