T, you are going through a phase.

Woooo, mama, you are.

For the last few weeks, you have been nearly unconsolable two to three school day mornings per week.

It starts when something does not go as you expected.

And – as three-year-olds will do – you lose it.

I try to be helpful, but you always want Mom after it’s that bad.

And this is the time of the morning when mom has the least amount of time to stop and hold you.

She is packing lunches and helping H and K get ready, and getting herself ready too.

I think this morning you screamed and cried for over half an hour.

It started with you not wanting to wear a uniform.

Then you were just angry at everything.

This too shall pass.

And we are trying to cherish the frustrating moments too.

Muh Tay Tay.

I love you.

-Dad