Sunny, With A Chance Of A Shit Storm

"So, while I was peeing, she was trying to open the door to get back out into the hall.  When I grabbed her arm, she took a swing at me.  It was at that point, I pulled her close and whispered menacingly, "You are getting dangerously close to that point where a mother loses her marbles, breaks the kid's arm and makes it look like an accident". I'd say that was the moment the day turned to complete shit".

As Mike and I sat out on the patio and I told him the horrible, horrible thing I said to Miss K, complete exhaustion over took my body and I just wanted to cry.  What had started out as an absolutely wonderful day somehow turned to complete yuckiness.  Part of it was due to K's resistance to napping and eating.  The other part was due to my current frame of mind...complete anxiety (I have a feeling I really, really screwed things up for myself with regards to my disability benefits that I've applied for, but that's a story for another post).

This morning looked like a scene from a Disney movie...the sun was shining, birds were eating from our feeder and K was skipping down the hall.  The temps were supposed to reach the high 20s, so I dragged her pool out from the garage and filled it up.  After lunch (where K only ate about two bites because she was so excited to get her bathing suit on), we headed outside and spent the afternoon in the backyard.  K happily played in her pool, I read my book and we both snacked on freezies and juice, while soaking up the sun.  I commented several times to Mike that "sun is oh-so-good for my soul".

I am thoroughly enjoying The Bloggess' book...any book that has the word 'vagina' on almost every page definitely gets my vote :)

Sporting one of the many bathing suits I picked up for her for the summer...a girl's gotta have choices, right?

Enjoying our freezies! (And I see that my funny baby bump is starting to expand passed my gigantic boobs)

After spending the afternoon outside, it was supposed to be time for K's nap and my chance to get a few errands done.  K slept for a less than an hour and then wanted to come shopping with me.  Big mistake.  Big, BIG mistake.  She was well-behaved for the first couple of stops, but by the time we hit StupidStore, she was cranky to the point of actually throwing things out of the cart.  Like cans of cat food.  And loaves of bread.  I ended up getting her a cookie from the bakery, just to keep her occupied, but in retrospect, it was like I was rewarding her shitty behaviour.

When we got out of the van at home, she threw Joel's shampoo into our front bushes and booked it towards the street.  I was at the end of my patience.  I yanked her by her arm, harder than I should have and hauled her inside.  Mike was on the phone with someone, so I plunked K down in her crib.  She actually quieted down during her time out, so I brought her back into the kitchen.  She bolted for the stairs and managed to get the back door open.  I grabbed her again and, this time I swatted her on the butt (note to self: make a note in K's baby book as today being her first spanking).  Of course, she screamed.  Because Mike was still on the phone, I hauled her into the bathroom with me so I could finally pee.  That's when the first paragraph of this post took place.  By this point, I was DONE.  To make the whole scenario that much more dignifying, Mike's mom was over for supper and witness to this whole exchange.  Awesome.

Thankfully, the day finished on a happier note...bath, snack, cuddles, book and bottle like normal.  The only solace I can seem to pull from today's shitty events is the fact that K won't likely remember them.  This time, anyways.  I hate the fact that today isn't going to be the only day where I feel like the world's worst mom for yelling at K.

Here's hoping that tomorrow has fewer Shit Storms :)