say, where can you get those 'mother's little helpers' anyway?

sometimes it seems to me that my daughter wakes up and decides: well, we had a pretty good day yesterday. i turned the whining down a couple notches for most of the day. i actually ate some pasta and half a banana, succumbing to mama's will over my usually demanded fare of processed goldfish crackers and fruit snacks. yep, overall yesterday was a winner. thus today EVERYONE WILL PAY.

from moment one this morning she was 'off'. and by 'off' i mean: throwing food, flopping on the floor like a demented fish (that's tantruming, not seizuring, for all of you nonparents out there), whining incessantly, refusing all food not fortified with profane amounts of preservatives and unnatural coloring, ripping toys from other children's hands and screaming and crying when i made her give them back... its only 2:30 and i'm fucking exhausted. why aren't we incredibly wealthy so i can hire some sweet, patient nanny-type to come take over on days like today when i'm ready to cart her back to the hospital, claiming i got a defective one and can i please exchange her for another?

for the moment she naps. think slipping a very light dosage of barbituates into her bottle might be okay? ya know, just this once?

Comments

[debbie]

i feel your pain. just remember what good old howard jones said back in 84 ish:

and do you feel scared - i do
but i won't stop and falter
and if we threw it all away
things can ONLY get better!
wo wo wo oh, wo wo wo woh oh oh oh

ps--your playlist thingie isn't working. for me, anyway.

[Kelly]

*hiccup*

tell me about it, sister.

*hiccup*
*hands you the flask*