Hmmm, let's see...late yesterday afternoon, dd #1 did everything in her power to antagonize and provoke her younger siblings. Dd #2 was her usual sweet self, very few discipline issues with that child.
[next part is gross. skip it if you're pukey.]
So, I am exhausted with dealing with dd #1; in a moment of stupidity, I take off ds's diaper and put it in the diaper pail. I turn around to get a diaper out of the drawer, and he POOPS on the hard wood floor!!!!! WTH!?! He was without a diaper for like ten seconds. And then, as I am attempting to pick him up without throwing up on his head because I'm so grossed out, he plops both his hands and feet in it and mushes it all around. I am really steaming and feeling mega-sick by now; I carry him in my outstretched arms, breathing through my mouth so I don't hurl and stick him in the tub...I leave him in there, no water, of course, and go back and clean up the floor, since it is hardwood. DS is screaming in the tub the whole time and trying to climb out, so there goes the mess all over the tub. While I'm cleaning the floor, both dd's are dancing around singing a poop song. Lovely.
So, I fill up the tub with a bit of water, get the poo off ds and put him naked into his crib. I go back to clean out the tub, and the tub won't drain!!!!! Pooh-filled water everywhere! It is at this point that dh comes home...I burst into tears, fling myself on him, and he backs away rapidly. Oh, I forgot, DH is covered in poison ivy and has had to go to the doctor twice! He can't be touched! So I stand back and sob while he looks at me with a sad look on his face. He tells me he'll clean the tub and I go sobbing into ds's room to put a diaper on him. He has PEED in his bed!!
Anyway, after all that drama, I had to go lie down for a bit. My answer to hormones? Is OH MY GOOD GRAVY YES!!!!!!
Perdita, wife to J, mom to Bridget (6), Ivy (4) Trace (2) and Fiona, my 3rd vbac baby, born 12/2/09!