Nothing major, but today is one of those days where I'd just like to lay on the floor and kick/scream like my small one. Although it breaks my heart to see her mad like that (and sometimes it makes it me laugh) I imagine there's a huge sense of relief in just getting all of the frustration out.
I guess I just need to put my big girl pants on, pour myself another cup of coffee and face the day like a grown up.
It sounds so much nicer to throw the tantrum.
