My son turned two on Sunday. I adore him, he is the light of my life, truly. But there are days when I would easily put him up for auction on ebay and ship him off to the highest bidder. Today was one of those days. And believe me, I have aged 50 years in the past 12 hours.

My son decided he did not need to take a nap today. Which would be fine if it didn't mean that he was going to be grumpy and whiny and full of tantrums all day long. He stormed around the house grumbling in his own language, kicked at the front door because lately he only wants to be outside...ALL the time, and whined ad nauseum.

I took him to the park and he had a horrific meltdown because he wanted to ride the see saw by himself and the little girl that was already on there wasn't about to get down. So I promptly picked him up and took him home. Later we went to Target and I am almost certain that his head was spinning around a la Exorcist at one point. He was screaming and bucking and shaking his head while tears and snot shot off in all directions. I left the cart with stuff in it and left once more.

Back at home he didn't want to watch any of his DVDs or play with any of his toys. But he did want to grab my wallet and rip everything out of it. This contented him for about 2.5 seconds and then he was back on the floor wailing. When my husband got home he was happy for about 10 minutes and then the meltdowns resumed.

Timing him out worked for a little bit, but I swear, I was ready to run into the woods pulling my hair out at the roots and never to be heard from again. Just one of those days.....toddler raising days......I think maybe those Stepford wives from yesteryear weren't so off their rockers when they partook in a little martini & valium cocktail once in a while. Lord knows, I could've used some relaxants today! Man, I hope tomorrow is a better day....