Who came, kidnapped my son and replaced him with a terror?

I'm not sure if most kids work like this, but I know mine does. Approximately every six months or so he goes through a very obnoxious, emotional, and trying stage. Daddy Mock and I step up to bat for a good week before we're both just weary and ready for it to end. It's been that week.

"Terrible Two's" never really hit our home, however, something is welcoming the "Terrific Three's" in an evil evil way. Shame on you.

Need Xanax. Need sleep.

Ooh, on a good note, I just scored at the Salvation Army--pretty much clothed my entire family and got some fun vintage fabric for under $14. There is a God and he loves me.