I'm usually the most patient person, however, the unending screaming and throwing of objects towards me was a bit much. I don't think Tigger is feeling well so she went to bed early. I have never hit my child or lost it with her, and I'd like to keep it that way.....at least until the teen years ha ha ha. Today was just one of those days. We can have a do-over tomorrow.
You want to know the funny part? During moments of sane-ness, Tigger would ask for hugs and kisses and I was left thinking that this was the best thing ever and that I'm glad to have time off and to only spend it with her during the daytime.
I'm so glad S came over later and gave me a massage. That totally helped. Well, I'm ready for tomorrow. Time for bed! Not everyday is a rose garden, but you know what? We wouldn't appreciate the good if we didn't go through the ugly!
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Ugh. Those days are the worst. And every mother has them. Unfortunately they become more frequent at 2 and 3, but by 4 you'll be used to all the whining and crying and it won't drive you as crazy. Hang in there. At least the sun is on it's way back. :)
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