Today was one of those days when I woke up and quickly realized I was going to be in survival mode for most of the day. To start, immediately after getting Evie dressed she spit out about half of her cup of milk right down her shirt. So we were on shirt number 2 before 8am. During breakfast Evie would chew a bite of banana and then squeeze/spit it out. So yeah, the banana got removed from the plate which just sent her into a faraway galaxy of pissed off. When we got to the office she spewed more milk out all over the carpet, so I took it away. Again, she went postal. At some point while we were at the office she swiped my office keys, which have yet to be located. When we went to CFA she screamed bloody murder until she got some of my lunch. When we came home she refused her nap, I swear I saw her flip off the video monitor too. JK but it wouldn't have surprised me. When she woke up from the nap she finally went down for she was hell-bent on climbing onto the side tables in the living room. When denied access to table dancing, she threw another epic full lay-out tantrum. As soon as hubby walked in the door tonight I gladly relinquished parenting over to him. I am spent. This day serves as a reminder to appreciate the easier ones.
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