My child has always been, and remains, a precious cupcake baked by the devil. The older she gets, the better behaved she becomes and she is generally delightful to have around.
But there are moments… moments when keeping my wits about me is challenging and the urge to use my Disney villain voice is strong. The capacity that all children have to be kind, considerate, lovely people, and then absolute turds, all in a matter of an hour, is frankly staggering.
Let me share with you just how a sweet and charming child can drive her mother crazy before 8am, in 21 easy steps.