I was in charge.... until I wasn't

I can confirm that having an almost 2 year old will leave you coughing, sneezing and weak at least twice a month, every month. Or maybe my immune system is just that darn weak! But, since my child has gone to day care full-time, I've been sick almost every month 

Ya see, I'm a control freak! People in my life know that I always have control of situations and very rarely will I drop the ball (in my humble opinion of course). I know that if I do it, I will be pleased. To be frank, I'm just freaking bossy.

Well, this past week I was struck by a cold but this one knocked me out  . Every morning, I get Lolo dressed and fix her lunch for school. Not because I have to but because I find complete joy in preparing my daughter to meet the world each day.

Just look at my baby!

In fact, the last time Q helped with her lunch we got into a tiff because he put two sippy cups in her lunch box. I was so livid. We both sat there for 10 minutes arguing our points one morning. He thought "what's the big deal? She'll just have two in there; no one gets hurt".

I thought, it was just a complete waste of energy and space. Furthermore, I only send one because she only needs one. Uhhhhh one mouth Q. She only has ONE LITTLE OLE Mouth WHY WOULD SHE NEED TWO SIPPY CUPS!?? 

So from then I just prefer to do it myself, 5 days a week!!!   

Ok back to the story at hand! I was sick as a dog on Thursday morning. I woke up feeling like someone had a brick over my head. I closed my eyes again for what felt like a second...

Q comes in the room and gives me a kiss saying:

"OK babe have a great day"

"Have a great what? What do you mean? What time is it?" 

"7:30!"

"7:30? Where is my child?"

"On the ipad in her high chair"

"But wait, I have to get her ready and make her lunch"

"No you don't I already got her ready and made her lunch"

I felt so helpless! 

Now don't get me wrong Q is the bomb father. Like he is everything as a dad, but I'm bossy remember?!    I wanted to get her ready for school and pack her lunch. *sigh*

After spending a few moments contemplating in my head, if I should run downstairs, re-pack her lunch and change at least her socks, I gave in.

I pouted. Then went back to sleep!

It's so funny because us moms say, we need a break, we need more time, we need more sleep, we want more help and sometimes, the help is right there in front of us. It's like we want the help but on our terms. I will never forget the moment, that I was in charge until I wasn't..... I'm still learning to let go a bit, and I'm truly a work in progress.

#ThatsSoJaded
-Jae