The Off Day

Today started out pretty well. Dan went to work. I got up, worked, took care of Ethan. We went and hung out with Jenny and the kids. It was fun, especially since I hadn't seen Jenny for a week or so. I was looking forward to having our usual relaxing time together. Then Ethan decided he was tired an ornery and that he was going to be difficult today. He's not usually like that, but when he is....it's not pretty. He couldn't tell me what he needed, what he wanted, and what was wrong. Everything was drama. He was just driving me crazy. I suppose it doesn't help that I'm hormonal right now either...no I'm not pregnant...just hormonal.

Anyway, why is it that sometimes they can be the sweetest blessings in your life and other times you just want to beat the ever living crap out of them? (Not that I would actually do that, but that doesn't mean I can't feel that way sometimes.) I just hate it. Sometimes I wish I could skip this whole toddler tantrum phase. I know when he's older I'll miss it though. Ah, the conundrums of being a parent. You always want what's ahead until you've got it and then you miss the past.