so i cleaned outside a little. and then the kids wanted to play outside (and make a mess) and ashleigh just wanted to play in the mud. i didn't want her to play in the mud because then i'd have to clean it up. so we fought. and we both cried. i gave up, came inside and she stayed outside and got her way. then she was happy, and i was happy because i stopeed getting mad.
i got to play on the computer and she got to get all dirty. so why did i fight her when i knew it was a losing battle? i should've grabbed my camera and enjoyed watching her try to pick the mud off her feet before she came inside because she knew she wasn't coming inside all dirty.
now she's sitting on the couch (no diaper or anything) and happy. all the frustration for no reason. and now i have no pictures either. so why did i even bother getting mad at a little mud?
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