I've almost been annoying myself with my super peppy, sappy blog posts this week so I suppose it is only fitting that yesterday be a rough day.
I was exhausted. I wanted a nap. I wanted to lay out at the pool. Meredith had other plans that mostly involved not napping. Some days this is fine and I can roll with it. Not yesterday. Yesterday I was really excited to do what I wanted to do. But it didn't really work out that way. I was grumpy and frustrated and annoyed. After bouncing and rocking Meredith to sleep only to have her stand right up in the pack 'n play as soon as I laid her down for the third time, I burst into tears. I was having a Veruca Salt day. Nothing was going to make it better until I could just go to bed.
Do you ever have those? When all you'd really like is for pitching a toddler fit to be perfect acceptable? What helps you feel better?
