the moosh was overtaken by some horrible beast from the underworld yesterday. I can honestly attest that she has never been so naughty and so disrespectful as she was yesterday.
The screaming, the hitting, the yelling, the shrieking, the crying, the meltdowns, the NO! NO! NO! and the freaking out.
It was one of those days that makes you question your decision to populate the earth. And really makes you question if it really is a good idea to add one more
shrieking ball of terror toddler to human existence. It went to bed at 5:30, hopefully not to be heard from again until it’s 18. (A coping mechanism I employ when my sweet girl isn’t so sweet is to call her an it. Because as you know, if you name it, you get attached to it. Therefore, yesterday, I had an it.)
Oy, the exhaustion.
EST to MST isn’t going so well.
But with me through the whole ordeal was my BFF Kim.
By the end of our day together we were both too exhausted to referee our tired and grumpy children (when I say our, I mean mine). So we laid together on the couch, full of cupcakes and fantasized about running away to Chicago and went over all of our deepest darkest secrets with no judgement.
Not even the silent kind.
You know that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you put something so ugly and naked about yourself out there on your blog and no one judges you?
Instead they rally around you and make you feel a little less crazy?
Kim is that feeling. IRL.