Yesterday was one of those days where I should have stayed in bed. When I heard her awaken before I had even opened my eyes to the dawn of a new day, I should have closed my eyes, put the covers over my head, and pretended someone else was her Mama.
But I didn’t.
Nope. I got up, made her breakfast, and lived in what can only be described as an abusive relationship until the moment when her father walked through the door.
She screamed all morning, threw herself onto the cold gravel parking lot of Target, cried her way through Kohl’s, took a 30 minute nap in the car on the way to my midwives office, and then proceeded to turnout the midwifes office. I could sense peoples eyes upon me as I (giant 9 month pregnant lady) attempted to hold…no wrestle a pissed off 2.5 year old off of the floor. I told her that she was scaring the other pregnant women- you could see the horror on their faces…mine will NEVER act like that they thought. I use to think things like that. I literally begged her to shut up and settle down. I told her she was being mean and she snapped back you’re being mean Mommy!!!!!! She has a point, by 11:00am I was being mean.
I love my daughter beyond words and reason, but yesterday had someone…anyone actually…offered to take her off my hands I would have gladly accepted. It’s getting ugly people. This baby needs to come, and quickly- before it’s sister takes over completely. I don’t know what it is with 2.5 year olds but out of a 7 day week she will have 2 days that are just awful. It’s in her contract I think? No gold star for her or I yesterday. This morning is only slightly better. So far she woke up at 5am and just yelled I don’t like you Mommy. Oh darling, I don’t like you either right now. It’s a good thing you’re cute.
