In the car with the kids. Trying to enjoy some music. And I make the mistake of trying to sing along.
Bad idea Mommy. Bad idea.
Our sweet, adorable, momma’s boy of a Cuddle Bug decides when I am and am not allowed to sing along to music. Or so he thinks. He also thinks he controls the volume and whether or not we even listen to said music.
Don’t get me wrong, he loves music. Dances tons. Smiles. Giggles. Even sings along.
But can Mommy? Nope.
If I try to sing along anyway, I get yelled at. And anyone who has ever been yelled at by a two year-old knows the joy this brings to the whole car.
So I “compromise” and sing quietly. That way Bug cannot hear me and therefore I don’t get yelled at.
Unless he’s not in his weird “mommy’s not allowed to sing too” mood! If this is the case I can sing as loudly as I want. But usually I just don’t turn the music on at all…
Well, there you have it, it’s been just another Manic Mom-day.