I spent half of my morning trying to get just the right amount of cereal and milk in Jamie's bowl. I spent at least 15 minutes getting her the "right" drink of water. Another 15 minutes trying to fix a broken banana just right. Another 10 minutes trying to hold her the right way on the couch. An entire freaking hour trying to figure out what the hell, "I want my blanket way out" means.
I did every single thing wrong over and over again. I have spent nearly 3 hours out of my day trying to reason with a two year old terrorist.
WHAT THE HELL????????????
This is how babies get shaken!
I am so beyond frustrated with her I could actually hurt her right now. Don't worry, I didn't.
I walked away. But what I really wanted to do was beat her.
I am the most frustrated with myself. Since when do you try to reason with a psychotic two year old? Dammit!