I just plopped Mia in front of the tv and put on an Elmo DVD, because I really need to not deal with her for 15 minutes. She has spent the last three hours doing every naughty thing her little brain can imagine. Fortunately at 18 months old that isn't much, but there has been hitting, throwing, touching things she knows she is not allowed to touch, and just general bad spirits and whining. Can a kid this young just be in a bad mood? I mean, usually a handful of teddy grahams and a big wet belly zerbert are sufficient to jolly her out of any snit she gets in, but not today. Today she hates everything except Elmo, Claudia's boots, and smacking Mama in the face as hard as she possibly can.
We are about to leave for storytime at the library, which I'm sure will be a rousing success as it will give Mia an entire new audience of people to annoy and abuse.
Oh, yeah, she's finally cutting her canines, which I suppose explains my morning. Have I told you how much I hate those fucking canines? Somebody send wine. No, wait, I already have wine. Somebody send 5:00.