In the midst of some extremely difficult parenting early this morning, I admit to having the urge to throw on some shoes and a coat and jog to the nearest highway to sport a handmade cardboard sign reading: "Anywhere but here."
The official stats for the night:
Time I spent asleep: 90 minutes (insomnia, potty breaks, and the activites of our intrepid toddler)
Amount of time between 4:30 am and 5:30 am that Miss M was throwing a tantrum: about 40 minutes
Amount of time it felt like: at least 4 hours
Number of houseguests (from a synagogue youth group) awakened: I have to assume 5/5
Number of calls made to 911/the police/CPS: Zero, as far as we know, but it's still before 9.
Number of our parents we have to deal with today: Three (my dad and Taxman's parents)
The good news is that after everyone's respective nervous breakdowns, Miss M slept until 7:30. The bad news is that upon awakening and discovering that I was in the shower and not immediately next to her, there was yet another round of extreme crying.
I really don't think I am physcially capable (never mind mentally) of handling my life.
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