So I found myself today, after the 4th full-on crying tantrum by my 3 year old before 12:00 p.m., screaming my head off at my daughter.
Yikes. I mean really, gut-level screaming. I haven’t lost control like that in a long time, and never on my daughter before.
Why is it that accumulation of little, stupid things makes me upset, but big things leaves me feeling curiously nuetral?
And why, despite my telling myself I will not give Mia cause to seek psychiatric guidance in her mature years, do I find myself doing such unhealthy things to her?
Nobody should ever have children. Including me!