Yesterday was surgery day and today I'm left with a Vicodin hangover and an over sized q-tip in place of an operational middle finger. What (outside from flipping the bird) do you so desperately need a middle finger for? On your dominate hand - everyfuckingthing.
And so, Grace picked tonight to have her biggest tantrum/meltdown to date. It lasted a full 20 minutes in the car and a kept on going when we arrived home. I'm not talking ''hissy fit" I'm talking full sobs with intermittent 'crying so hard I might vomit' gagging and incessant thrashing about the back seat. It didn't stop once home. After dragging a seriously pissed of miniature Exorcist up the drive way down a finger, I was mystified as to how grace punches, kicks and bites all at once. Totally Mommy beat-down.
Ryan greeted us at the door, not realizing what he'd be facing. Enter hysterical toddler and totally fed up mother. I tried to calmly talking to her and got slapped in the face. I tried letting her cry it out and she threw our kitchen chair at the wall. I put on my firm "thats enough" voice and tried an old fashioned time out (a first in this house), and Grace attempted to rip my already ailing finger off. What happened next surprised even Grace. I sat right down with her on the kitchen floor and sobbed.
Oddly, this calmed Grace. Ryan stepped in a took Grace upstairs. Clearly, I was cashed out. The next 20 minutes were filled with blissful giggles coming from the upstairs tub. At one point, after my own blubbering had commenced, I went upstairs to join the fun.
Queue the hysterics. Grace. Hates. My. Guts.
After a brief "she only does that when you're around" I was just about good on today's bullshit.
Looking forward to another victorious day in nine fingered Motherhood tomorrow and praying that Grace wakes up of the