Ugh

How is it that my child can manage to push me to my mental limit and I think I’m at the point of no return, then as quickly as it started – it stops and sweetness ensues? And then I have an overwhelming and renewed love for him… and feel so majorly guilty for being so upset about the over-the-top-hyper-sass behavior. Square one is what it feels like and I severely dislike feeling that way. Thank goodness for a compensating husband. Don’t know what I’d do without him.