Bree has been whining nonstop since she woke up, and not woke up from her nap, woke up this morning at 6am. It's been meltdown after meltdown about everything under the sun. I'm about to losemyfreakingmind.
So...I'm writing this from the front porch because I literally cannot take it any more. Should I go upstairs (again) and try to comfort her (again) and try to get her to come downstairs to where the food is (because she's huuuuuungry) or where the bandaids are (because her legs, elbows, clavicle and knuckles all mysteriously hurt)? Probably. A "good" mother probably would swallow the frustration monster and make it all better.
I, however, am absolutely human and two more seconds of that incessant crying will probably send me over the edge and flying out a window. So I'm out here enjoying the sunshine and waiting for the tornado to pass inside.
THEN we will go to the post office and retrieve my lovely new-to-me camera.