I'm having one of those days where I hate being a parent. I long for the days of sleeping in late, taking a shower when it fits MY schedule, reading a book uninterrupted, peeing by myself, and having a quiet dinner. My halflings were awful today. I completely understand why some animals eat their young. Seriously. I'm not kidding.
I've about had it with Phoenix and his fascination of taking off his diaper everytime he pees. Dammit kid, if you figured that out...how hard is it to get to the toilet before you pee?! We are flying through the diapers and of course, he has to get naked for naptime and wet the bed. I do laundry daily. He has hit the tantrum mode, making telling him "no" quite the experience. He wants to be outside ALL the time. When I need to buckle him in the van, he fights me with everything he's got. I'm exhausted dealing with him.
Ariana has some good days until dinner time this evening. In seconds, it turned from a mild reprimand to an all out freakout by her. She wouldn't sit on the timeout mat and when we put her in her room she slammed the door and proceeded to throw things at it. Which then pisses us off and we are trying to keep our cool while dealing with her. She's tired and upset and everything we do pisses her off even more.
Ugh. My good friend, Crown Royale Whiskey, was calling my name this eveing.