funny farm.

You know those perfect Fall days where the air is crisp, you wake up to the smell of coffee, you attend a football game with friends and your hair and outfit are totally adorable?

This was not one of those days.

I woke up to my husband telling me he had to run to the store for carpet cleaner since one of our dogs puked in the playroom. Only they didn't do it just once. No, about six times.

Then the little one woke up crying and wouldn't go back to sleep. So that was fun. I finally gave in and turned on cartoons and she laid around for a while while I got ready to head to the Clemson game to meet up with some of my favorites.


I let her play in her room while I showered and then let her watch some more tv while I got dressed. She decided to find other forms of entertainment. Good thing her Dad bought the value pack.


I finally scrounged up some purple for BG to wear (one purple item in the whole house for her. Clearly we're a Dawg house!) and got her dressed amid lots of screaming and tears. I went into the laundry room to stop the dryer and when I came back out, I almost threw up.

Apparently Mr. P and I missed a pile of throw up that BG found. I'll spare you the details.

After a bath, she was really in rare form. I managed to find another outfit for her to put on but by that time, she was done. I'm talking hot, blubbering mess done. So I laid her down and texted Anne to let her know my toddler was ruining my life we probably wouldn't make it.

Then I spent the next two hours praying for my sanity.

I'm not kidding y'all. This week, has just about reserved my spot on the funny farm. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

When we pick up BG in the afternoon, she is so tired that it is meltdown city. When we get home, it is non stop whining and crying until bed time. Which we make happen as soon as possible. In the past week, we've seen three less than desirable habits arise; putting her head up against the wall or counter and screaming, screaming "mine!", and doing the "grabby" hands while screaming. At the point of exhaustion she is at, there is no reasoning with her, no dealing with her, or teaching her. It is awful.

I'll admit it, I'm losing patience with a quickness. I can't handle it. I tweeted the other day about how I am just having a rough Mommy week and my amazing friends all reminded me that we've all been there. One of the "seasoned" Moms on Twitter, DD, said something that stuck with me. She said "God did bless us with the gift of motherhood, but it ain't easy. Fo' sho". And how true is that? But what got me is this, that motherhood is a gift. While it currently is one I would like to mark Return to Sender, it is by far the best gift ever.

I never expected this to be easy, I really, really didn't. But I didn't expect that there would be days that even as her Mother, I would be completely clueless as to what to do. I didn't realize that she would do (and scream) things that would make me want to run to the hills. I didn't realize that there would be days that I would seriously doubt if I could do this.

There's so much good and bad with this gig y'all. So many extremes.

We never did make it to the game. We also needed to go to the grocery store but that didn't happen either. What did happen is that we learned that BG's hair is now long enough for pigtails. And that she really likes the baby in the book, Love You Forever.


The good thing is, it's Saturday, which means tomorrow is the beginning of a new week. And there is no telling what next week might hold. That's the thing about Motherhood. It is some kind of full of highs and lows. Thank goodness with my little one, it's way more highs than lows.