The Terrible Two's

Yep, we're there. And I feel like a passenger on a leaky lifeboat with sharks circling in. What is happening? Where am I? Just yesterday, wasn't I sitting on the sand sipping a pina colada while my adorable child obeyed my every word? Is this the apocalypse? The twilight zone? A very long episode of Punk'd?

While my metaphor might be slightly over the top, I have to say: the Terrible Two's stink. I'm ending the day feeling much more exhausted than I can remember feeling in a long time. Today, as I was cutting coupons and going through the mail, the toddler had a death grip on my leg and was pushing against me as hard as he could because he didn't like where I was standing. Yeah. And when I walked back to his room to put away the diaper bag and he ran after me screaming, I'm not going to lie...

...I really, truly, seriously contemplated hiding in the dark next to his changing table. Hiding. From my child. Oh Lord, when does this end? We're not even to two yet!

Gulp.