I'm currently hiding from my kid.
I brought a large glass of wine up to the bedroom and left Nick in the kitchen to struggle with the kid and the yogurt. And I just heard them head down the hall for a bath.
I should go help. And I just don't want to.
Because right now, everything is WHINE. And Nonononono! And WAAAAAAAH WHINE WAH HAH HAH. And WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNEE
I would like to be one of those mothers who rises above, who is all, "Poor dear. He's frustrated because he can't express himself."
And instead I'm all, I wonder how long and how much effort it would take to put him in full-time day care? And if I work full time plus get a second job could we afford a nanny at night and on the weekends?
I hear the whiny screech for the 547th time in a day and I think, oh shutupshutupshutupshutup!
You know I love him so much. And he's still the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life.
But I kind of can't stand him right now.