10 Days of Sheer Exhaustion

I'm going to warn you now, I'm whiny and all around exhausted.  A certain three year old is wearing me out.  I actually long for the days of all evening Wii playing.  That kind of exhaustion sounds heavenly.  We're onto the mental exhaustion.

Maybe she didn't hit her stride early enough, but I get the feeling this is what the terrible twos are all about:  crying, whining, stomping of feet.  That's just me!

It seems like every night for the last 10 days we've had a meltdown over something.  She can't have ice cream for dinner.  She can't live at Grandma's house.  She can't make her small, play cooking pot any bigger so it's a pool.  It's always something that sends the entire night into a meltdown of epic proportions.  If this is a preview to the teenage years, I best take out stock in Kleenex because we're both going to need them.

Last night took it to a place that broke my resolve.  She was crying in the backseat on the way home.  She wanted Grandma and she didn't want to go home.  When I asked her why, she said "because I don't want you and I don't like you." 

Crush my heart.

With 9 days of build up, I cried.  She yelled at me for crying because she is the only one who can cry.

I'm not going to lie.  For a brief moment the hurt spoke in me and I thought I could give her something to cry about.  I just continued to cry, which ticked her off more. 

I'm actually at a loss as to how to get through this phase.  Whatever this phase is.  This girl is wearing me down.  Bedtime cannot come fast enough.

It's in that moment where my sweet girl comes back to me.  She asks for cuddles and I as I sing her a song, she tells me she loves me.

This girl is going to be the death of me. 

There's no better way to go.