These snow days are wearing us out.
On Wednesday, L. was tired after a long day of playing in the snow. I was tired of being cooped up inside. Neal had shoveled for four hours. As dusk fell, he was about to collect our son at a neighbor's house.
"You have to stay with Mama," Neal said to L. As Neal walked down the street, she started to erupt.
The full wrath of a five-year-old can be terrifying. My right side is weak, and I was worried that her kicks would knock me over. I told her she needed a time-out, and I left the room.
But her yelling and kicking escalated into a feverish pitch.
"Don't leave me! Don't leave me!" she screamed.
I sat down on the couch again, next to my flailing daughter, trying to catch my breath.
I won't leave you, I told her. I won't leave you.
3 days ago
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