Thursday, April 29, 2004
My daughter has RTS
That stands for [b]Rotton Toddler Syndrome.[/b] She's pretty much spent the day following me around from room to room screaming her head off. [line]
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Paige, pulling on my shirt and screaming... nice.
[line] WTF?!? I actually had to get her a bottle (to plug her mouth) and hold her down for awhile before she would cool off. It's amazing, I don't know how she has the energy to keep it up. Now she is playing in my closet... thank the lord. she can scream all she wants in there... but she is actually quiet right now and talking to herself... it's blissfull. I love the little monster- don't get me wrong but sometimes... [b]*insert music to 'tainted love' here*[/b] 'I Feel I got to, get away, I've got to run away...". I'm sure I'm not the only one... other mom's just don't talk about it for fear of looking like a 'bad mom'. Phooey. I'm a wicked mom. I play alot, sing songs, dance, make Mac and cheese everyday for lunch and especially love coloring! What kid wouldn't want me for a Mom??? Heck i'd want me for a mom! And if I had me for a mom, i would go off and play for 5 hours [b][i]by myself[/i][/b] so she could have some time to feel like an adult human being and read the news paper. Is that too much to ask? I didn't think so. ~jen
| Blogged By islandarts at 10:24 a.m.
