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5 Things Toddlers Do That Drive Type A Moms Nuts

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It's noon on a Monday. I just got my little girl off to daycare and am settling into my workspace at home, preparing to tackle the writing and editing projects that await me. Before I can get started, though, I have to flip open my planner and put eyes on my checklist for the day.

Because I am totally Type A like that.

So imagine my surprise (frustration, shock and horror) when I flip to the day I'm looking for, only to find a page full of sparkly Frozen stickers.

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My toddler apparently decided Mommy's planner (otherwise known as Mommy's lifeline) needed some decoration when I wasn't looking. So much decoration, that I can't see a single thing I am meant to accomplish for the day.

Deep breaths.

Slowly, meticulously, I start to tear the stickers away, wincing a little every time some of the page comes with them. And as I attempt to reveal my carefully crafted to-do list (beneath my daughter's artful expression of sticker love) I think about all the other ways this little girl of mine is working to break me of my Type A tendencies. Or perhaps her goal is simply to break me … period.

"Don't mix the Play-Doh!"

Why does that creative expression have to come at the cost of color conformity?

The words came out of my mouth one day before I could stop them. In front of me, my toddler had four different fresh, vibrant color varieties of Play-Doh. And she was slowly pulling pieces off each one, laughing maniacally as she smooshed them together.

Why? Why, why, why? Those beautiful colors turned to greys and browns in front my very eyes. But I fought hard to stop myself from interjecting. After my initial objection, of course. Because a) Play-Doh can be pretty easily replaced and b) Who am I to eff with her creative expression? Still ... why does that creative expression have to come at the cost of color conformity?

"Stop emptying out the drawers!"

Ever since my girl became mobile, she has been fascinated by cabinets and drawers. Or, more accurately, she has been fascinated by emptying the contents of those cabinets and drawers.

Before having a child, I was a pretty well-organized person. Since becoming a mother, most of my organization has gone out the door. Because, while we clean up every night, nothing ever quite goes back the way it should. The result? Cabinets and drawers are chaotic messes, and these zones give me minor panic attacks every time I open them.

"We don't throw food on the floor!"

Do you know what my daughter loves? Clean floors. You know why she loves them? Because she gets a sick satisfaction out of throwing food on them.

I swear, my child is old enough to know better. And most of the time, she does know better. But it never fails that as soon as those floors are mopped, she chucks something edible on them—just for kicks.

Sometimes my kid can be a real jerk. I mean, I love her, but … jerk.

"No coloring on the walls!"

Why do kids do this? Why do they target perfectly painted walls and decide to deface them like common little taggers?

To be fair, I think this one is a bit of payback. When I was a kid, I convinced the neighbors we should sidewalk chalk our entire house. It would be a "funny" surprise for my parents. Guess what? Sidewalk chalk doesn't come off walls like it comes off sidewalks.

Oops. Apparently I, too, was a bit of a jerk as a child.

Remembering that just because I'm Type A, doesn't mean my daughter should have to be as well.

"How do we feel about matching today?"

I'll admit, I may be a bit too invested in how my child looks when she walks out into the world. I have a bit of an obsession with her tiny toddler clothes and a strong desire to do her hair every morning. But more and more lately, she has other ideas: pink pants and a purple shirt, for instance, or purple pants and orange shoes. And no matter what I do to her hair these days, it never lasts long. Ponytails come out, dirt is rubbed into freshly washed locks, and my child's face inevitably winds up hidden behind those beautiful, dark strands of hers.

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I try to bite my lip. I try to encourage creativity, individuality and independence, all while swallowing my own desire to perfect everything about her look.

It's about picking battles, I suppose. And remembering that just because I'm Type A, doesn't mean my daughter should have to be as well.

Still, I'm mildly convinced that girl of mine has a devious plan to send her Type A mom straight into the asylum.

Because, really? Stickers all over my planner?

That's the work of an evil mastermind for sure.

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