Somewhere in between...
another poopy in the panties (despite the motivator given less than an hour earlier of a new Barbie movie if she stayed dry and clean for two weeks-that movie is going to be mine forever!)
another day with no nap
another tantrum in Target with people looking at me like "why can't you control your daughter?"
another day of nonstop constant chatter
another day of nonstop constant rain (except for the 1/2 hour of blissful mostly cloudy skies where the sun teased us only to disappear again behind sheets of rain)
I kind of flipped out.
My PMS short temper and toddlerhood are a lethal mix, I tell you.
Unfortunately, my retail therapy included said tantrumming, poopified, chattery toddler in the midst of an over-crowded Hobby Lobby where the big deal of the day must have been to restock every flower on the one day where I was looking for flowers. It wasn't the relaxing trip that T and I envisioned.
Thankfully, luckily, blissfully, it's already dark, sweet hubby swept them away when we got home and read them a story, they're already in bed (hopefully for the night) and I now get to curl up with a movie...and well, laundry.
But there's always tomorrow, right?