When The Husband called to inform me he was off work, he heard multiple children crying in the background.(one of them being a twin who was in time out. Who smiles menacingly at their mother and says she wants a time out?! A crazy lunatic child, that's who)
He said "oh, bad day?" It was then I started yelling. At the top of my lungs.
YOU have NO IDEA what I've BEEN THOUGH today! You think YOU have a HARD JOB! You know NOTHING about BAD DAYS. NOTHING. Now you'd better SPEED home and put these CRAZIES TO BED!
I know it was a little harsh. But really, I would like to submit this piece of my day for your review:
I dare you to find a more crotchety, overtired, and prickly infant than this one right here. That is after a two hour screaming fit. Screaming at the store. Wailing in the car. He cried himself hoarse. This one right here.
Like I said. I had better get a tooth out of the deal.
Now I am quite afraid of him. He's already overslept this morning, and I simply can't bring myself to wake him. Do not. poke the. bear.
Also? Teething. The worst part of babydom.