Utter Exhaustion

Every morning after dropping Owen off at school, I come home and all I want to do is sleep. I'm exhausted! I seriously don't know my child anymore. I'm talking about the crazy one, not the one in school. She is insane. She throws hour-long tantrums in the morning for no reason. She climbs over gates. She climbs everything! She hits. She HITS!! Owen never hit! She smacks us right in the face when she's mad. Who does that?? She's not even two yet but I have a feeling the "terrible two's" are visiting this house early.

I don't remember much about Owen at this age, but I remember thinking two wasn't so bad, three was a nightmare. Now, if this lasts through three for Katie, I just may go on strike. Or run away. On a cruise ship. So noone can find me or call me.

I'm going into this upcoming vacation with an open, positive mind, I swear, but that doesn't mean I don't want to warn off every passenger that tries to sit near us on the plane. "You may want to move because I can't guarantee that my daughter won't hit you or climb you or scream until your ears bleed."

Remember when she just laid there looking adorable?

Did you think I was gone forever?

I know it's been a month, and you'd think with winter here I'd be inside blogging a lot more, but I'm not. I hate winter. I spend a lot of time inside, depressed, eating too much, wanting more sleep but not getting enough, and just generally being cranky. My poor kids. I try to make an effort to get them involved in things so they won't hate winter as much as I do.

Katie just finished a class at The Little Gym. We missed too many this session because she was sick so much, so we're going to wait until spring to sign up again. In the meantime we're going to take a music class together. She loves music so much I can't believe it took me this long to sign her up.

Owen loves the winter. I don't think he prefers it to the other seasons, but he certainly doesn't complain. Dan spent a lot of energy making him a snow mountain the other day, so every day this week Owen has come home from school and spent hours outside in the snow. He's incredibly imaginative. I wonder where he gets that from.