I have weeks where I feel like I've been the most fantastic wife, mother and professional... and other weeks where in some way I have what I affectionately refer to as "Epic Fail" in one or more facets of my life.

This week was Epic Fail with my 19 month old.

We've been dealing a lot with the whole "temper tantrum" phase lately, mainly because the T-Bone can talk but not enough to where he can really express himself. The level of frustration coming from him on a daily is insurmountable. But, the good thing is that over the last week or two he has started to use more new words, and has begun combining multiple words to say phrases and short sentences.

But the temper tantrums are still there. And boy, are they bad! From having two young boys, I can honestly tell you that the 2's are NOTHING compared to the 1's! And is seems that the 18-24 month age range is my least favorite to deal with.

So back to this week's Epic Fail with the T-Bone...

I've literally had my ass handed to me all week by a 25 pound, 33 inch tall, 19 month old baby. Monday, he thought it would be funny to bash me in the head with a Xylophone when he noticed I dozed off to sleep. Tuesday, he bashed his milk cup in to my head as I painstakingly picked up all of the vegetables he dumped out on the floor while sitting at the table. Wednesday, I was bitch slapped in the face with a hand slathered in spaghetti sauce. Thursday, he decided that my stomach looked exactly like a trampoline. And today, oh... today was the final straw...

We went to Toys 'R Us this afternoon to get a Birthday Present for a party we were going to later in the evening. Everything was chill when we were shopping for what seemed like eons looking for "the perfect gift." We checked out, we got to the car, put the stuff in the trunk, and then it was time to get everyone in their car seats. Hayden lets himself in the car (hallelujah), but of course I have to get Trevor situated as he can't even climb in to the car by himself. The second I put him in his car seat, he started to say "No." Well, no choice buddy, it's time to leave! I gave him his milk, he threw it on the floor of the car. So, what do I do? I go to pick it up like any Mom would do. As I'm bending down to pick up said cup, I received a beating in the face with lovely toddler size 7 sneakers! That was IT. I was livid.

Boy did I yell and scream. I had been tolerant all week. But between the beatings I'd been taking, and the whining Hayden had been doing all day because Daddy went away for the weekend... I was over the limit.

We were supposed to go straight to the Birthday Party from Toys 'R Us, but instead we took a detour. The exact destination of our detour was home- to CHILL. After the week I'd had with Trevor, and the fact that I was about to go to a Birthday Party at Scooter's Jungle I literally needed to keep it together.

And it's a good thing we went home, because that party was loud and CRAZY with tons of 8-year old boys running around like rabid animals. I might have imploded otherwise.

I'm not perfect. In fact, no one is perfect. And here I am telling you all about it! I'm either genius or completely idiotic. I guess time will tell.

Hope you all had a better week (parenting wise) than I did!