So apparently someone has stolen Cohen and replaced him with his evil, bipolar twin. Yesterday I could do NOTHING to make him happy. It all started at breakfast when I gave him oatmeal, which he loves, well I didn't give him the right spoon and he had a fit. I don't just mean a fit, a screaming, spitting oatmeal, fit. The rest of the day looked about the same, if he didn't get exactly what he wanted he had a melt down.
Today my little angel came back to me. We have had such a fun wonderful day. I was buckling him in his car seat, he looked me right in the eyes and said "mommy you are so special for me". And with that phrase all the exhaustion of yesterday melted away.
My attitude towards the children depends HEAVILY on how they act. When they are sweet to each other, use manners, take naps, want to cuddle, I'm like super, patient, loving mom. Then when they are not so sweet, all I want to be is horrible right back. Is it possible that I can be the same regardless of there attitudes?