So I know that it seems as though I'm constantly having breakdowns and crises, weekly (perhaps daily...) - and that's true. However, I had a realization this morning, driving bleary eyed from downtown to the store, that I'm dealing with a child, a toddler having a tantrum.
The terrible two's are for real, sometimes your little one is a gem- a surprising delight. You question why you considered trading your single bar-hopping days of freedom for the slavery of constant anxiety. And then other times you want to drop it off to the first person in sight, hand over your bank account information, website back-end, clients, I mean all of it, and say there, now it's your problem.
Although I have admittedly had a freakish amount of baby dreams lately, which I blame on stalking high school "friends" and by friends I mean Facebook friends, popping out child number 2 and posting their damn baby pictures incessantly to the point of feeling like I'm raising their child, I do not have children.
This "thing" I'm referring to (although I probably will call my children little things) is my baby Flour. Oh how she's grown up so fast. We're now on move #3 (starting in El Segundo, venturing to West LA, Palms area specifically, and now out of Fairfax/Pico and Lawndale), so of course the thing is all frazzled. She had a childhood like an army brat. We've fought, we cried, we laughed, we've done more events, weddings, design classes, and I'm not accurate on this, but thousands (yes thousands) of deliveries.
Now in year #3, Stella is getting her groove back. While the terrible two's lead to some pretty amazing things (seriously, completely, and overly blessed), I know that this is the year where Flour stops having tantrums, and now can talk back to her mama with full sentences.
Doing flowers is much different than running a flower business, however when I am doing flowers I say, oh yes- I do indeed like it after all, so yeah, that's probably a good thing;)
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