i hate 2 years old… the age. 2.

not my kid who is 2 and some change. i don’t hate him… i hate his current age.

and yes, when i say “hate,” i mean HATE. LOATHE. DISTAIN.

i hear that 3 is worse than 2… 4 is worse than 3… 5 is worse than 4, etc.

so ultimately, you people are telling me i’m screwed.

super.

thanks.

starting to think i made the wrong decision in having my IUD removed.

there are bruises on my body from where my son pummels into me as though he’s a friggin running back for the NFL. there are scratches from where he’s broken my skin while clawing at my face because he doesn’t want to go down for a nap. my iphone is THIS CLOSE to being entirely busted and the screen of my macbook has more footprints on it than i can count. there are pinch marks, slaps and the very rare teeth mark on my arms from when he chooses to bite me because i have not given him fruit snacks for breakfast…

or a popsicle.

FOR BREAKFAST.

today, i want to give up.

there, i said it.

i’ve done the dishes, taken care of jackson, read to jackson, played with jackson, fed him breakfast and lunch, changed however many diapers (i really need to get on the potty-training train b/c we go thru too many damn diapers), swiffered up an amount of dog hair that makes me gag, run errands b/c jackson was driving me crazy and i figured the next best thing would be to literally drive in the hopes of calming down his crazy… and i’ve done 2 loads of laundry.

it’s 1:13 pm.

my nemesis is currently down for a nap but has been sleeping for MAYBE an hour + which is NOT typical for him and i’m selfish ya’ll.

I NEED THOSE 2 HOURS.

i need them so that i can endure the remainder of the day… the whining, the pouting, the unsatisfactory groans he spews my way when i think he’s asking for one toy when he really wants something entirely different… the fighting to get him to eat SOMETHING that perhaps contains a bit of protein.

when i began today, my mantra was “just make it to wednesday…”

because wednesday i road trip it to NYC with some blog friends to meet up with another blog friend to go to a taping of the daily show with jon stewart.

and yeah, i’m stoked about the trip, which is why my mantra this morning was, “just make it to wednesday…”

but i gotta be honest, right now, my mantra is “just make it til daddy comes home from work.”

and as sick and twisted as it sounds, i have caught myself at times today, with a sly, devilish grin on my face when i think of what paul’s day will be like on wednesday.

jackson… JACKSON for the day… the WHOLE day… morning til whenever i get back… just him and the maniac magoo and laundry and tantrums and dog hair and dishes and dinner on the table when i return…

IF i return.

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bring on the RANTS. give me your best bitching & let’s bond over this bullshit.