Thank god it's bedtime

It has been one of those days. Sixteen, count them, sixteen tantrums. One of those days that makes me wonder why on earth I ever thought I could handle the job of motherhood. A trying day. A day of Mr. Jack (aka chicken-monkey, aka who's child is this?) trying to drive his Mutha crazy. I think he may have succeeded because I suddenly feel this incredible urge to start laughing and crying all at once until the men in the pretty white coats come. Well I'm not laughing or crying. Instead I've made myself a nice strong drink and plan to make another in about 2 minutes and maybe even another after that, if that's what it takes.

I've said time and again that I have no patience, but I think that today, I have successfully proven that statement to be false. If I truly had no patience, one of us (the shorter one) would have ended up packed away nicely in a priority shipping box and sent out with all my other eBay packages to some unsuspecting customer. hehe. Before anyone thinks I would actually ship my kid via the USPS, please let me assure you, I'm kidding. I'd send him UPS.

So, because that did not happen and he is now resting peacefully in his crib, looking like the angel that he isn't, I think I have plently of patience. Now, my sanity is shot for sure. Which may end up being a good thing in the long run. I'm starting to believe that anyone who can spend every day, all day with a toddler and still live to tell about it...is insane. So that's that. I feel better now that I've vented.

Time for me to go see much weight everyone lost on The biggest Loser. Yes, I'm still watching it. I'm hoping that seeing them lose 100 pounds or more will inspire me to get off my butt and lose 10 or 15.