7. tell someone, or the whole internets, how you feel. It feels so good sometimes to just say I AM CRABBY.
oh yeah, and my kid MAKES ME CRAZY sometimes.
If I had more time I would tell you how freaking batshit crazy James made me yesterday. After a trip to Target to get a new toy and a fun open gym session, we went to get flu shots. James LOST IT and was screaming and hollering and actually RAN AWAY and HID when it was time to get his shot. I wanted to die. It took 4 nurses and me to hold him down, cover his mouth, and give him his shot. They were all so wonderful to me (the nurses) but the other people waiting gave me lots of snooty looks. Maybe it was the way I was gripping James' arm as I dragged him back behind the curtain?? And they might have seen me muttering angrily to him but there's no way they could have known I told him I was taking away all of his legos if he dared run away from me again. It wasn't like I was giving him an appendectomy without sedation, people. It was a FLU SHOT. jeez.