When toddlers pee in anger.

A poem for my living room carpet:

They said you were dirty
but what did they know
I’ve cared for you plenty
and boy does it show

You’re not even black yet
just a dingy grey
I swore that I’d steam you
one of these days

Then a cranky toddler
had fits he did throw
got time out, and got back
at Mom with Pee Shows.

Oh carpet, it soaked in
and I waited too long
I steamed you last night
now you smell like burnt schlong (??? sorry, it rhymed)

Another Mom Lesson
with answers you seek:
don’t let it soak in! when
you do clean, it REEKS.

They suck our souls dry of energy, like a sweet, sweet nectar.

I would have written an actual post, but this monster wore me out today.

Seriously, there are some days when I have nothing left after the five million and sixth high pitched scream.  I just want to bang my head against the wall and wonder, “Why, oh why, did I ever procreate?”

I have to look at cute pictures that make me remember what a love-munch he can be and then go to sleep, and hope for a better day to follow.

What do you do to stop from popping the little head off your tantrumer/screamer/brat?