And then there are days like today. Days that begin with a Diet Coke (or 2) and quickly deteriorate to hell when the Terrible Twos suddenly manifests itself in the form of a screaming, thrashing toddler who is practically foaming at the mouth. In the middle of Target.
I'm not exaggerating. It. Was. Bad.
I tried stern discipline. I tried begging. I tried bribery. I tried creative distraction. And then I tried opening a pouch of baby food and shoving it in her mouth. Bingo! I bought myself 3 more minutes of frantic shopping and a $1.28 package of Banana Mango. Ok I bought 10 and she downed 2 before I made it through the check out.
I thought things would get better after nap time but that dream quickly went to crap. The highlight of the day might have been when Avery smashed a toy in my head, causing cranial lumpage and a 4 hour headache.
Enter Diet Coke #3.
By the time Kyle got home I was in tears, Avery was in solitary confinement, and Kellen was still wailing from his latest sister-induced injury.
I know as a parent I'm not supposed to have favorites, but if I DID it ain't gonna be the one throwing blocks and food in my face and coloring on the furniture. At least not on a day like today.
Here's to tomorrow!