We have not had a good day.
I will spare you the details, but today
she told me I am a terrible mom.
And that she wishes she was older so she could make the rules.
All in Target.
At the top of her lungs.
She is usually pretty good, so when she has a meltdown like this, I am thrown for a loop.
We are currently on different floors of our house, destressing.
I love her to the moon and back but some days I want to lock her (and her attitude) up in her bedroom.
And never let her out.