And the terrible 3's (apparently) have plagued my home. Taken over my sweet little girl and replaced her with a monster. A vile, demanding, screaming, crying, kicking, flailing monster.
She turns 3 in just a few weeks and for the longest time I was so stoked for it because it meant, to me, "Yess!! The terrible 2's will be over soon!" I thought that since she was older and knew how to ask for help or things she needed and knew how to voice her opinion very well that life would magically simmer down. Boy, was I wrong. After recovering from the 4th meltdown of the day, the thought of enduring another year of it hit me like a ton of bricks.
It was then I decided to become a wine drinker. A nice glass of liquid relaxation shall be mine after the day is done and the monster is bed. But the problem here, is that I am NOT a wine drinker. I have yet to taste a glass that made me say,"Mmm. That was delicious." (Or whatever people say after drinking good wine?!) I happened to see Cougartown tonight and at the end the last full glass that Courtney Cox's character had looked sooo amazingly beautiful. So my mission tomorrow is to start my own personal wine tasting. Let the "wine" rumpus begin!
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