Some days aren't so pretty.

Senor Onion did this best today to make me want to sell him to the gypsies. He behaved so horribly at the library that I had to drag him out by his arm while he shrieked and made me look like I was the most horrible Mother in the world. (I certainly felt like a shitty shitty mother.) I was so angry and I think he understood that I was that angry because when we came home I looked at him and said, "Go upstairs to your room." and he went right there. I told him he won't be able to go to the library next week because of how he behaved. He is heart-broken but when you throw things (especially at your sister!) and you scream like that -you don't deserve to go to the library.
After some time in his room, we had a chat and a hug and all was okay again.
It is stuff like that that just makes me HATE the job of parenting. He acts like a terror, I look like an incompetent parent in public and I have to break out the Mean Mummy act. I was filled with such shame and guilt on the drive home because he should know better than to act like that and it makes me doubt a lot of things I do as a parent.

So it is obvious his birthday is coming up soon. It isn't a birthday unless a child turns up the crazy-sauce and makes you think about setting him on the curb with a sign that says, "free!"

I want someone to make me hot chocolate and let me nap.

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I made a really lovely lemon meringue pie today. I hope it will taste good tomorrow. I definitely enjoyed making it. Making a pie is soothing work.