Living with a toddler is like...
Chinese water torture. The constant screaming & throwing of fits, the endless temper tantrums, flinging food all over in the kitchen then being hungry afterward, tossing toys into the kitchen with the intent to drive me flat out crazy. It's killing me. Slowly.
The last week has been beyond draining. I've hit my limit. It's gotten to the point where when Logan screams in a fit (for diaper changes, because it's time to brush his teeth, because he's drinking juice & he wanted milk, because he spilled milk, because now he hates Goldfish crackers, because Buddha is barking, because I'm trying to work, because we're at the store & he can't reach the groceries to throw out of the cart, for no apparent reason...) I scream, "Stop screaming"! Seriously. Does that make sense? To scream about not screaming? I'm an idiot.
I've just been worn down over time. My patience with the terrible two's here is paper thin. God forbid this goes on for YEARS because I will just die a slow & painful death in my living room with the Disney Channel playing in the background making my ears bleed. I've noticed that I'm making myself busy with things to do while leaving Logan at home with Bill. I just have to get away. If I don't, with each day that I'm held hostage I get more frustrated & a hell of a lot grumpier. What I really need is a sensory deprivation tank where I can't hear the shrieks & screams, where I can't see the toys strewn about the house or the food stuck & dried to every spot by the highchair, where I can't smell the diaper pail or feel Logan climb all over me, using my chest & the fat on my thighs like rock climbing holds.
I need a mommy vacation.
When writing this, I wanted to cry because living like this totally sucks. But then after reading it, I had to laugh because this is what moms of toddlers complain about all of the time. I read it & thought, "Wait, I've heard this somewhere before. Wait! I've heard this a million times!" It's so cliche, it's humorous.