I never yell, but I've yelled at ds twice today. I'm exhausted, have absolutely no patience, am tired of being used as a human jungle gym and tug toy, have way too many stressors and nothing that I can "let slip" and just feel like crawling into a hole and covering myself up. I hate nursing, hate having to brush the teeth of an unwilling toddler (something that's become a terrible battle of wills lately which is something I really try to avoid), hate having to clean up messes when I just cleaned up a mess in that exact spot three minutes before.... poor kid. I'm sure he's wondering when the big, ugly monster came and took over for his mama. I'm ashamed to admit that I've sat him in front of the television just to get a few minutes to myself <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/greensad.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="greensad"><br><br>
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