Gilly
04-28-2004, 10:44 AM
My 2 year old has grasped the concept of "terrible two's" with relish. I had several arrends to do today, all of which I started right after she was up and had eaten, to provide minimum crankiness.
So, we had to go to the bank, go pick up a cake, then go to the dollar store to get balloons, then over to city hall to see about getting trash pickup.
At the bank, she wanted DOWN MOM!, which of course I can't do in a bank. So, she screamed.
At the store for the cake, she wanted OUT MOM!, which of course I can't do in the grocery store. So, she screamed.
At the end of the store, I got a slushie for her and Chris to share, only, she doesn't like that naught s word (share). Any time I gave the cup to Chris, she screamed.
Out in the car, I had Chris hold the cup, and he was giving her drinks off it while we drove. Everytime he took a drink, she screamed, and started kicking him, until I told him to switch seats. (She sits on the passenger's side, he sits in the middle, my oldest usually sits on the drivers side)
At that point, I gave up the rest of the list, came straight home, walked in, took her coat and shoes off, and dropped her in bed, told her "I love you, but you are driving me nuts, and if you stay up, mommy is going to need to down about 12 xanax's. Good night pumpkin".
So, she is in bed, but no balloons, and no city hall. Pooey. I'll have to do those at 4:30 when hubby get's home.
Oh, and it's only about 35 out, and it's raining really cold water down everywhere. Today basically is down the tubes.
Where's the xanax when you need it?
So, we had to go to the bank, go pick up a cake, then go to the dollar store to get balloons, then over to city hall to see about getting trash pickup.
At the bank, she wanted DOWN MOM!, which of course I can't do in a bank. So, she screamed.
At the store for the cake, she wanted OUT MOM!, which of course I can't do in the grocery store. So, she screamed.
At the end of the store, I got a slushie for her and Chris to share, only, she doesn't like that naught s word (share). Any time I gave the cup to Chris, she screamed.
Out in the car, I had Chris hold the cup, and he was giving her drinks off it while we drove. Everytime he took a drink, she screamed, and started kicking him, until I told him to switch seats. (She sits on the passenger's side, he sits in the middle, my oldest usually sits on the drivers side)
At that point, I gave up the rest of the list, came straight home, walked in, took her coat and shoes off, and dropped her in bed, told her "I love you, but you are driving me nuts, and if you stay up, mommy is going to need to down about 12 xanax's. Good night pumpkin".
So, she is in bed, but no balloons, and no city hall. Pooey. I'll have to do those at 4:30 when hubby get's home.
Oh, and it's only about 35 out, and it's raining really cold water down everywhere. Today basically is down the tubes.
Where's the xanax when you need it?