My son, the tyrant.

I'm going to just lay it out here. I'm pissed.

My son is driving me crazy. He will not hold my hand in the parking lot, he will not climb into his car seat, he will not eat his lunch, or drink his water, he will not clean up toys, he will not stop pulling on my clothes, he will not talk to me, he will not play nice, he will not.

He will scream in my face. He will kick me in time out. He will squirm out of my arms, he will argue. He will push me and pull me. He will hit the dog on the head (completely unprovoked). He will wake up at 6am and while I'm half dozing on the couch he will climb on me. He will eat 5 cookies while no one is looking.

I have completely had it. I'm trying new things and patience right now does not seem possible. I am trying to be calm, and patient. But I feel the frustration running through my veins. And because I cannot hate my son, I hate everyone else. That's right, my husband, my friends and you: happy couple who's high fiveing at the play gym. You. I hate you because you seem so happy and in control. It's not funny. I hate you mother of baby. I hate you because mothers who do not have toddler + children are the same, smug happy people that I used to be- imagining that you will do it right, avoid the pitfalls that we the "less experienced, educated, whatever" mothers seem to have fallen victim to. That some how you're using your superior mother powers to will your children to be perfect and never experience the rough times that (as the more experienced mother, I can tell) are in everyone's future.

-Grumpy Mom