The terrible twos are kicking my butt. I love my kids more than life itself, but I am having a hard time with this part.
Oh you know...the crying over the smallest things. Like not being able to play in the refrigerator, or not being able to take their blankie into the library or grocery store. Yup, mean mom over here!
Or the whining, temper tantrum throwing, saying no to everything, just can't seem to be happy about anything.
It has brought me to my knees. Or at least has caused me to lean over the bathtub and bawl my eyes out during their bathtime. Yes, that was me last night.
*sigh* At least I have coffee to help me through...