My two year old is driving me crazy. Really crazy. Last night we were sitting outside. I was watching him ride his bike and then he walked up to me and hit me in the ribs with his cast as hard as he could. Before I could even catch my breath, he sunk his teeth into my side. Turned out he wanted me to move.
This morning he kicked the dog and me in bed, like we were soccer balls. He refuses to relent from his single minded quest for soda. He has bitten me twice and scratched me once. What in the hell is the matter with him? I am so over it.
We need to go to the store so that I can get dog food and litter boxes. I'm hoping that if I start getting ready now, I'll be ready to hit the road before TLL wakes back up. I am also hoping that the change of scenery might shock H into acting like a normal kid, and if that fails, maybe just a normal evil toddler.
Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed...although having your windpipe crushed David Beckham style isn't exactly a charming alternative. *sigh*
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