Warning! Toddlers can smell weakness!
I haven't had a great week. I've been super tired, like first trimester tired, and even with a daily nap I've been struggling to get through my days. I feel like a zombie. I probably look a bit like a zombie. A well fed zombie but still.
I had a number of errands to run Friday morning so the toddler and I packed up and headed out, shopping list in hand. I should have known better.
My usually sunny, usually agreeable little boy turned into a whining, fit-throwing monster on our second stop. And with two more stops to go, I found myself with no defenses against the alien that had taken over my child.
Well except for buying it chocolate and running through Target as fast as possible with a medicine ball attached to my middle. I'm still recovering.