Dear Little One,

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This morning, I woke up with high hopes for a wonderful day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping outside my window, and my freshly brewed coffee tasted like a dream. Honestly, I was so thrilled that I nearly searched for the grower in Costa Rica to express my gratitude. What could possibly go wrong on such a lovely day?

And then you woke up.

Right away, you were less than thrilled that a frolicking cat was on the TV instead of your favorite silly sponge. Suddenly, your lips quivered, and your eyes filled with tears. It was like a symphony of noise erupted from you, loud enough to trigger the neighbor’s security system. The first of many tantrums had begun.

As your screams escalated, you began pacing and pointing at the screen, shouting, “MAMA! NO! MAMA! NO! NO, CAT!” You looked like a tiny zombie, and I briefly considered calling a TV network for a casting call. Then, out of nowhere, your legs stiffened, and you transformed into a one-person marching band right in the living room. If this were a different world, it might have been entertaining; here, it just interrupted my precious coffee moment.

Every parent knows that starting the day with a tantrum often leads to more chaos. You clearly had no interest in being that well-behaved kid I see on social media, the ones smiling in hay bales or lounging in vintage tubs. Nope, your mission was clear: make me earn the title of “World’s Most Psychotic Mother.”

For a brief moment, peace returned when your favorite theme song finally played. You turned into a little Disney princess, and I thought, “Maybe we’re turning a corner here.” But then, nap time loomed, and you had other plans.

When lunchtime arrived, I foolishly let you rummage through the pantry, hoping you’d find something appealing. But no, out of all the soup and mac ‘n’ cheese options, the absence of Beefaroni turned into a catastrophe. Before I could even complain to Chef Boyardee, you were throwing yourself on the kitchen floor, screaming like a banshee. Our dog bolted for cover. At that moment, I wasn’t even sure if the creature writhing on the floor was human. But it was—you, my dear, who couldn’t quite count to five yet knew the difference between broth and sauce.

No amount of coaxing could calm you down. You ignored bites of grilled cheese and slapped my hand when I offered you tomato soup. I ended up looking like a modern art piece—some might say you were a free spirit, but I had my own thoughts.

The clock ticked, and I was painfully aware that nap time was approaching. Typically, you’d be ready to crash by mid-afternoon, but today? Nope. You seemed determined to defy all logic, like a toy that refuses to stop making noise.

After two hours with no sleep, I reached my limit. You had transformed from a frenzied toddler into a full-on nightmare. After another toy projectile aimed in my direction and a millionth “NO!” from you, I was ready to throw in the towel and flee my own home.

Eventually, you fell asleep like a scene from a horror movie. I admit, part of me wanted to pick you up and cradle you to sleep, but then your foot landed on my face, and that idea vanished.

You woke just in time for your dad to come home, and when he handed you a red lollipop instead of a green one, all hell broke loose again.

Dear little one, screw your tantrums! Daddy’s home, and this momma is taking a much-needed shower.

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In summary, parenting has its fair share of challenges, especially when it involves a toddler going through their emotional rollercoaster. But amidst the chaos, there are moments of joy, and sometimes all you need is a shower to recharge.