The day started with A in a shopping cart, screaming and howling and going red in the face because the object of his desire (my shopping list) was off limits. The last time I let him "hold" the shopping list, I ended up fishing pieces of paper from the inside of his gums and leaving with a little less than half of what I'd come for. So today, no list for A. Little man was NOT impressed, and not afraid to let me know it. This is a new side of A, one my dear friends assure me via Facebook is par for the course by this age. It's the "want what I want when I want it so give it to me NOW OR I'LL JUST KEEP SCREAMING LIKE THIS FOREVER" syndrome. In a weird way, I'm semi-pleased to see the kid's got some spunk, we all know life requires a fair bit of determination....but it's frustrating to say the least when a 15 minute spin around Target for a few non-optional necessities turns into what looks a whole lot like a Supernanny commercial. Is he to young for the naughty step? Probably.
From there, things just continued to disintegrate. The quick version: dog poop on the carpet, puffs spilled across the tile, an adamant refusal to nap longer than a totally ineffective 30 minutes, puke on a few not so easily washable toys, puke in my hair (hair that I washed this morning), some unidentified nastiness on the pack n' play, my frustrating ineptitude at juggling a giant mind numbing work assignment with a giant owly 6 month old, a "15 minutes, tops" conference call that dragged into a painful 40 minute idiotfest....and the grand finale- a dead bunny.
Yeah, the bunny's dead. So much for my belief that cats and rabbits could be friends. I don't have any hard evidence that it was Ralph who did bunny in, but the timing seems rather suspicious. Poor, poor bunny.
I need a vacation. Fortunately for me, there's one on the horizon. Tuesday. Me, A, a Jet Blue plane headed to the left coast. A long, relaxing birthday week in the OC with mom, dad, and Megs. Keepin' my eyes on the prize.....