Summer Toddler Survival Mode

Today’s schedule: 7am wake-up call from Sophie demanding “pool now mommy!”, 8am sunscreen wrestling match (she won, I have zinc oxide in my hair), 9am meltdown because her favorite floatie deflated, 10am emergency ice cream bribery, 11am actual pool time for exactly twelve minutes before she decided the water was “too wet.”

Summer Toddler Survival Mode

I’m currently hiding in the kitchen with my third iced coffee while Sophie finally naps, probably dreaming of more pool demands. Marcus texted asking how my day is going and I sent back a photo of the living room that looks like a water park exploded. Summer with a two-year-old is like being a cruise director for a very small, very demanding drunk person.

But then she splashed in the kiddie pool this morning and laughed so hard she snorted, and my heart grew three sizes. Tomorrow we’ll do it all again, except I’m buying the industrial-strength sunscreen and hiding the ice cream until after lunch. Maybe.