I'm Still Little

As we're all getting adjusted to Hubby's new schedule, there have been some setbacks in our family. One is that Big Sissy has been wetting her pants with some regularity. I've been handling it fairly well, I think, but today I sort of snapped. I was going on and on about how she is a big girl and she knows how to go on the potty and all she has to do is tell me, yadda yadda yadda. She was actually listening and during one of my breaths, she just said, "Mommy, I'm still little." I'm teary now just thinking about it. Yes. She's still little. She won't be little long, and I don't want to waste it being angry about the little things. Thank you for speaking that into my heart. And if you ever read my blog after you learn to read, I'm sorry for trying to make you grow up too fast. And for anyone else reading, welcome to one of my yucky mommy emotional moments. I'm trying to share the good and the bad. I also just watched The Diary of Anne Frank (I wasn't able to find a current movie at the library--see last blog). I have no idea why I pick movies that I know will make me cry. Probably because I saw it in 5th grade and had nightmares for years. I wanted to see it now and see if it still affects me the same way. It does. Hopefully the Nazis will not find my hiding place tonight while I'm sleeping. Happy blog next time, I promise. :)