🤦‍♀️ Parenting is a mess y’all....

The stage: us in the kitchen and my 1 year old screeching like a disemboweled cockatiel over a cup of mandarin oranges.

He’s in his high chair throwing his fit and I’m over across the kitchen draining the cup of god-forsaken-devil-fruit into the sink so he won’t inevitably cover himself head to toe in sticky, syrup, mess.

After I peeled the lid back and started dumping syrup out I turned back to him to tell him if he didn’t stop his attempt to recreate a tornado siren his preciousness was going straight into the trash. Just then I notice the cup is air light and turned back just in time to see the last orange fall into the abyss of our garbage disposal. I had peeled the lid too far back and amongst the war cries, had failed to notice they had all dumped out. Silence hits and I turn back to make dead eye contact with my kid. Arm extended out, empty cup, dead eye contact. This kid doesn’t understand what I’m saying of course, being 12 months old, so to him I’m a heartless witch staring at him and dumping his snack down the drain whilst making purposeful, direct, eye contact 🙃🙃🙃. Annnnnnd cue the screaming.