I composed a really funny blog in my head this evening while cooking dinner despite having one of the worst days with Lilly I have ever experienced. It was like having a teenager and if my sister read this, I can see her giggling just a little bit.
According to her, she gets whatever she wants no matter how she acts. She doesn't want to be my kid. I am stupid. I am trying not to react, but for the love of everything holy, she is four. Not fourteen.
I will attempt to get back to the funny side of life tomorrow.
happymommy, or better yet, sadmommy