Fix it with a coke

Squirrel's separation anxiety is peaking. He wants to be held all the time. Not worn. I tried to get the backpack on so I could wear him on my back and he screamed and chopped it to the floor. I put him on the counter when I was chopping vegetables and he promptly stuck his foot in the barbecue sauce that I had made. He's had a cold and his nose is perpetually snotty and he does not want to be wiped.

So, I handled it like any mature adult would handle it. I had a great big Mommy meltdown. With dramatic exasperation I threw myself onto the couch, put my head in my hands and let out a loud "Ahhhhh!" I don't normally like conducting myself like this in front of the kids. I mean, I'm supposed to be teaching them how to deal with their frustration without kicking and screaming and yelling.

Bear was sitting on the love seat drinking a cup of milk when I did this. He looked at me and said "I know what you need Mommy? You need a great big sip of my milk."

"No I don't." I told him. "I don't want any milk."

"Juice? Would you like some juice?" He smiled.

"No Bear. Please. I'm really, really frustrated." I told him.

"I know what it is. You need yucky drink. That's what you want." He said this with a nod and a great big grin.

"Yeah, that would be nice." I said.

"Then go on, get one." Bear exhorted.

So I did.