She is screaming at the top of her lungs. Like bloody-murder screaming.
And has been for the past 30 minutes.
Nothing I do is helping. I've tried feeding her, giving her milk, holding/cuddling her, everything.
She is just flat out mad at me. If she could talk I'm sure I would be hearing choruses of "I HATE you mommy" coming from her room. Which is where she is right now, because I can't take it anymore.
She has driven me to eat TWO chocolate fudge Pop-Tarts. She's only a year-and-half, I wonder what this means for the upcoming toddler stage? (Probably means I need to increase my exercise or I am seriously going to gain 50 pounds in the next couple of years).
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I hear you!! Yesterday there was a need for dcfc and I was craving Krispy Kreme donuts. Uggh, uggh, uggh! I think I will claim my fat is caused by children---pregnancy weight, breast-feeding munchies, and child-crazed snacking!!
ReplyDeleteJust wait...pretty soon she'll actually be able to put words to those screams of hatred. That's when it gets really fun :P ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm with Liberty and you. Bring on the surgery goodness!
My oldest daughter is now 7 and still hates me some days. I find that five small bowls of ice cream gets me through any day. :)
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