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?