It’s not that easy being 4

It’s not that easy being four,

When you just want to wear what you want and when you want. Like pajamas to the pool or long pants and a long sleeve shirt when it’s 85 degrees outside.

Why did the wash have to be done today?

It’s not that easy being four,

Eating can be such a chore. How do you know what you want to eat?! Why can’t we just have potato chips for lunch or gummy bears for breakfast? My belly says I’m hungry but it’s for something so specific that even I don’t know what it is, but I know it won’t be settled until we figure this out- even if that means I deny everything you suggest and then demand for what you just suggested.

But don’t put that peanut butter on the banana like I asked because I want to put it on myself.

It’s not easy being four,

My belly is always so hungry. Feed me snacks! Feed me anything all of the time…but not really anything, just what I have conjured up in my mind, even if you don’t have it- I will want it/demand it. By all the time I really do mean all the time. Snacks on snacks on snacks.

Today was mostly good because it was all snacks and most of them I wanted.

It’s not easy being four,

Waiting is so hard. Time is so abstract- 20 minutes really does feel like 20 years. I just turned four, so when will I be five? Next week? I’m ready to be five now (mostly because I think that means there will be presents).

It’s not easy being four.

(Quite honestly, you don’t know how lucky you are to be four, kid. Live it up, these are some awesome years and probably the only time in your life when you can get away with eating all of the snacks)