The news is depressing as hell.
Disabled people are literally asking politicians to not kill us and the politicians are asking why.
Nobody in my house is as clean as I would like them to be, including me.
My wonderful neighborhood pool has pipe problems and is delayed in its opening, and it is so humid you could cut the air with a knife.
And the entire country may be blown up by north korea, you know, any minute now.
So I slog on. My back hurts. My head hurts. Everything hurts and there’s not much to do about it.
I look for jobs in my field to no avail, and in the meantime, in my part-time job, the world’s most adorable toddler has turned into a part-time demon.
I’m told it’s called being a Threenager.
Here are some verses I wrote about it. I hope you enjoy.
I am a 3. I disagree.
I am a 3. I disagree.
I won’t get in my carseat
And then I won’t get out
I won’t ever be quiet
‘til it’s time to scream and shout
I’m a threenager, a teenager,
Who’s only 3 feet tall
Climbing tables chairs and railings
I know you’ll catch me if I fall
I vow I will stay naked
Until it’s time to take a bath
Then it must be time for snowsuits
And I don’t know why you laugh
I am capable and clever
Profound as a philosopher
But I lie on the floor screaming
‘cause I can’t eat the cat’s fur!
I’ve got the whole world’s future in the palm of my hand,
I’m trying hard to get it but I just don’t’ understand.
These grownups they just keep me down and keep me confined
They act as if I do not know my very own mind!
I’m doing acrobatics while I’m eating at the table
You say ‘please put your toys away’ but I don’t think I’m able
I hear it’s time to wash my hands but I’m too busy playing
I hear it’s time to go to sleep – I don’t know what you’re saying!
I kind of know my letters and most of my numbers too
I’m pretty sure my name contains an X, a Y, a Q
And though I may not know everything, it’s certainly more than you…………
Because I’m 3. And I disagree.
(note: this is actually a song and above mentioned three year old is in love with it and is now calling herself a threenager. but I can’t write music or explain and I’m pretty sure I borrowed the tune from five or six different places. I encourage you to make up your own tune and sing it to the toddler in your life.)