She's been quite a bully this week. I understand that she is two. I understand that she has no desire to be quiet and relax just because Mommy is completely and utterly burned out. But wow, sometimes I just want to pull my hair out. Or run away and hide in a cave. All alone. For about a week.
I can try really, really hard to focus on the highlights of my day. I can push aside the um, disagreements I had with my spunky little one and instead remember what she (and I) did RIGHT this week.
Why is it so hard to remember the good moments? I suppose exhaustion and exasperation take a toll after a while. But it is never all bad.
Amelia told me she wanted to give me a "big hug" - and she did.
I gave her a different breakfast than usual one morning, and she said "Mmmm, mmmm. Looks good!". (That one cracked me up.)
She put on her shoes all by herself two days in a row.She cleaned up all her plastic fruits & veggies and her picture flash cards in the same evening.
I created an art project (glue stick and fake feathers!) and we completed it together.
We shared a pretzel an looked at bunnies in the mall.
And now she just took her diaper off... and she's throwing a tantrum because she doesn't want Daddy to put it back on her. Sigh... breathe.... and go back for more migraine medicine.
Has a mommy ever gone insane from terrible twos? I fear I may be the first.