Yesterday was Charlotte's birthday. No party, no fanfare. Purple cookies were passed around playgroup and Happy Birthday was sung to an indifferent little girl. She opened her presents after nap time.
I am feeling like I am over my head again. Charlotte is constantly trying to assert her will and be independent even though she can barely reach the doorknobs and can't get the lid off the milk carton. This realization makes her very angry and she lashes out at whoever is closest (me).
Emmett is turning more and more into a criminal mastermind and will go to great lengths to help himself to things I put out of his reach. He knows how to stack things around the house to scamper up to reach the latches I put on doors. This leads to a daily battle of wills. He will even help himself to the forbidden things, and then go hide in his room under the covers of his bed, essentially putting himself in a timeout. Clearly timeouts can no longer be considered an effective disipline measure.
Add this to the hormonal mess of pregnancy and newly emerging aches and pains that interfere with my ability to carry out my usual chores and I am having a harder and harder time getting through the day without yelling at someone.
I am just so, so tired. My body hurts. My brain hurts. My ears hurt. I want to run away and hide.