The following is a verbatim exchange of emails between myself and Doc Hubby today between 10:11 and 11:16 am.
Me to Doc Hubby: All ok. My texting not working. At a nice blog event. Xo.
Doc Hubby to Me: You OK if I stay here late tonight to work on the grant?
Me to Doc Hubby: If you are ok with me locking our child in a closet.
Doc Hubby to Me: Funny, but dark. You need that girls' weekend.
Me to Doc Hubby: You think I am joking. Also funny.
I am finding two and 3/4 to be so so so so much more challenging than anything to date.
Screaming match two nights ago. Over chicken and a yellow pepper. Sobbing, snotty nosed (on her part), red faced, cruel and fuming (on my part...or was it the other way around). I feel that the battles, particularly over food, are going somewhere quite dark and not at all funny. It was so much easier when I picked out cute little organic green beans and prunes all tidy and pureed. Now she gags on chicken nuggets and mac and cheese and I just want to scream "MOST KIDS WOULD BE SO HAPPY TO HAVE THIS TO EAT!!! THIS IS KID CRACK!!! JUST SLATHER IT IN KETCHUP AND CHEW AND I'LL GIVE YOU A FRIGGIN' CUPCAKE ALREADY!"
Mac and cheese. Nope. Chicken nuggets. Nope. Needless to say anything green. Nope.
I think I am going to have to get some kind of book.