flingin-flangin'
We had a bad morning. At some point during the night, Satan came in through the window, stole my precious little baby and replaced him with Problem Child. I can't really explain what happened but let me just say that in the space of about a half hour, pancake was ground into the floor, yogurt flung onto the table, many fake tears were shed, a “Goddammit” or three were uttered, and I have bruises on my chest from being kicked while changing a diaper. On the bright side, my son is apparently going through the terrible two's and he's only 17 months old. He's so advanced. *smugness smugness smugness fuck*
Things have calmed down considerably.
Uh, I don't know what else to say. I have a lot of crap to do today so this might be my only entry. Sorry it's so poopy.
fiddles.
