Mama Mojo

I know that everyone has hard days as a parent...but the last few days have seriously been bringing my mommy mojo to an all time low. You know when you say to yourself I really need to make myself a drink (of H20) because it is 0845 and I have not had a drop of fluid since I have woken and then somehow you find yourself sucked into that magical mystical universe that runs on toddler time and it's now 930 and you are handed yet another board book by a little person. The weirdest part is that I used look fwd to getting out of the house and now I am somewhat embarrassed at the park. She stalks all people with food and this after refusing breakfast and snacks from me. She just stands there and does he little rolling shoulders, or worse she just sits down with other families as tough she is one of their kids. And she is obsessed with newborns. Today we saw Trina, a scottish mom with her 3 mo old bub Clive and she was breastfeeding him while sitting on a bench> Julia jumped right on up and was yanking on Clive's leg, getting a close up of Trina's breast and calling it "bebbie, bebbie." I know that what she calls breast (note to self, must call them breasts and not boobs, come on!) but Trina thought she was saying "baby, baby!" Such a clever girl, Trina says. Oh Trina if only you knew my child's ulterior motive.
And then there is the library. She spent the entire time pushing a plasic toddler table through the aisles. Take a look: