I forgot about this phase.
I should have recorded it with the two older children, so that it wouldn't have caught me so off guard and in the end, been such a pisser.
My soon-to-be two-year old daughter is going to be the death of me, literally.
She's teething, has some form of a cold or allergies, and is refusing to sleep through the night in her bed.
She's learned to throw temper tantrums and instead of shouting "no" in disapproval, her signature retort is "MO!" which means no in Claire speak.
She is beyond exhausting. She's consuming so much energy and mental mojo that my husband and I are ready to hop the next plane to anywhere.
"It's just a season."
"This too shall pass."
"Try to enjoy it. Soon, they'll be grown and gone."
All of this is great advice, but offers little to no comfort when you're thick in the trenches.
The only thing that provides refuge is her crib. She hasn't yet figured out how to crawl out...and a sound machine which somewhat drowns out the incessant whining...and a glass of fill in the blank which sometimes numbs the constant irritation.
I feel horrible documenting these feelings, but it is what it is...the joys of parenting a toddler.
I'm sure I'll miss it, but definitely not today.