Lord Give Me Strength

Some days just are not meant to be good days. I remember before my daughter reached two years old everyone asked us if she had entered the "Terrible Two's". I sweetly smiled and said, "Everyone has those kind of days," but in reality we were full force in terrible two's at 20 months.

So when the third year started coming around the corner I began to sigh slightly, looking at the light at the end of the tunnel. Relief at last....

Yeah right. What the heck?! When did that sweet little girl start developing opinions and attitude? Are we 3 going on 13? Why doesn't any one tell you about the Horrific Three's!

I realized at 6:30 this morning, today was going to be difficult. While walking out the door Sophia looked at me with her cute little pigtails and a trembling lip and wailed, "But I didn't want to WEAR THIS TODAY!" With in seconds, both pigtails - gone, socks - gone, shoes - gone, adorable Ralph Lauren skirt - gone. After several minutes of calming words I finally got shoes on her and we were late for school.

Sigh....I love my daughter, but am amazed how someone so small can manage to turn my day upside down. Tomorrow is another day but today I hope the Lord Gives me strength to deal with my daughter.