Dear Diary:
Today I pulled my mother’s hair really hard by double handfuls — twice! –, hit her, and bit her shoulder. I had two time-outs by noon-thirty. I coloured on the TV screen, and all over my train tracks. Then I threw a massive tantrum after lunch and refused to go to bed for an hour. I got some awesome screaming in, and nearly threw myself out of the crib head-first two times. She read to me to calm me down, which was great, but I only got an extra two stories.
Then the mean people next door started their ride-on mower right outside my window while I was still asleep and I woke up screaming.
But in between I’m having a good day, when I forget that I’m not.
Love, Liam
Who has my child? Because this one is so not mine.
Hmm. Sounds like the “terrible twos” monster has decided to pay the usually, sweet-natured Liam a visit!
So sorry for you…and Liam!
{{{{ hugs }}}}
Yikes!
I guess everyone is allowed to have a bad day, Liam included!
Hope tomorrow is a little calmer for both of you.
wow. yucky.
So sad, but I had a good laugh.