Today was definitely a toddler day. If you currently have a toddler, or have had one in the past, you know the kind I'm talking about. It was one of those days when the tantrums flow freely and intensely; when your child's frustration with life is palpable; when the kid spends more of his day in time out than out of it; when nap time canNOT come soon enough, and does NOT last long enough; when nothing you do makes anything right; and when your partner is about .3 seconds away from losing his shit.
Yeah, it was one of those days. And it was rough. After a full day of mommying the baby, the toddler, and the husband, I'm exhausted. And clinging tightly to the hope that tomorrow will be a better day.
Because no matter how rough the day was, the sticky hug; big, drooly, open-mouthed kiss; and giant smile from a blackberry-covered face I got at the end of it remind me that he loves me and he's fundamentally a good kid. Even when he's having a toddler day.