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Honest parenting moment. So my son's been kind of an asshole for the last couple days and I just chalked it up to I was away on Saturday. I had to go out of town for a baby shower and like I am the default parent. I'm the stay-at-home one. We are besties. We do everything together so he needs a lot of my attention and when I'm not around he gets annoyed. If he doesn't get the quality time that he's looking for with me like it's a problem. So he's just been kind of an and asked the glass couple days and I just thought it was because of that. But I went to send him to school this morning and he's not a morning person. Neither am I. Honestly, our entire family, not morning people, but he does go to AM preschool and it's only for two hours, but he definitely it's normal for him to be like annoyed that I'm waking him up and like trying to make a meat breakfast and like get dressed and get out of the door. So that was the vibe this morning. He didn't want to eat. He was like very mushy. Just wanted to lay in bed and I'm like, no, we gotta go and selfishly, it was like, I know you really don't wanna go to school today, but I really need you to go to school today because it's the only break I get. We don't have a nanny, we don't have babysitters, like we don't have any other help. So like this two hours every day at preschool is like this is my shot to like get some shit done. So I was like, you gotta go. And so I bring him to school, 45 minutes into school, I get a phone call that he threw up in class and I need to come pick him up. And then so I instantly just felt so bad because clearly he was being mushy and didn't want to go because something was wrong this morning and he wasn't feeling good. And then I made him go anyways and then he got sick. So I'm just feeling a little, you know, whatever I can't, it's not like detrimental, but it makes me feel a little bad. And sometimes I wish that in this world we weren't so rushed or we didn't have so many things going on. Because if I didn't have so many things going on and things to do today, I probably would have let him stay home, you know?