Today has been one of those days. One melt down after another. Battles during meal time, diaper changes, getting into the carseat. One of those days that makes me think I am not cut out for this mothering thing. For raising a child into a caring and considerate adult. I mean, I am just trying to survive today! It doesn't help that I am on my own while the hubs is on a much deserved boys weekend. I try to tell myself that Chickie is still off kilter from the holiday weekend. Possibly. Or that spending an hour in childcare while I am at the gym may be confusing to her - although she seems to love it and not even notice when I leave. But the truth - the honest to God truth - is that she is a toddler and I am ill-equipped to handle tantrums. I still throw tantrums myself. Just ask my husband.
So while I have all kinds of exciting things to blog about like the 4th of July, our canoe trip from two weeks ago, and a re-cap of how my month of me went, that will have to wait until tomorrow. Or the next day. Or whenever I don't feel too drained to do much more than veg in front of the boob tube once I put Chickie down. Which has also been a struggle all week. And all the cute pictures I have been taking...well they are still on my camera. But I promise, promise, PROMISE to have some new pictures up soon. And to not be so whiny in my next post. Until then, I will just drown my sorrows in Weight Watcher ice cream products and settle in to watch some Bones.