So Anna has a cold and decided that she wanted no part of the lunch I made her.
Me: "Fine, you can get down but Momma is FINISHING her lunch, okay?" "Momma is going to be ALL DONE with her lunch while you play!" (Repeated several times so the itty bitters understands).
She got it.
For five seconds.
A: "Waaaaahhhh. Mommommmmommmmm." (Repeat)
I. just. wanted. to. eat. my lunch.
So I did the only logical thing....
I handed my daughter a screwdriver.
Now I know the not-yet-moms and the moms of older children (who have forgotten this) out there are scoffing. But the moms of toddlers get this.
There was a screwdriver on the table (from one of many attempts to resurrect a humidifier). There was still food on my plate. A likes to "fix" things. A+B=C.
(Earlier attempts to "fix" the vacuum)
And you know what? I got down to the last 5 bites IN PEACE. She didn't poke her eye out. And her push cart got a much needed tune up.