I love my life. I love my daughter. But, for the record, I could run away from home today. There is nothing more draining than dealing with a child who cannot be pleased by anything. Nothing makes you feel more flustered or more like a failure than getting your tush kicked by a 22 month old.
And yet...I can't wave the white flag of surrender. I won't.
3 comments:
Keep your head up. Tomorrow is a new day :)
and you are a wonderful mommy.
I hear ya. Makayla has been the same way. Must be something in the air
Sounds like a lot of love. Good job.
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