The Bean is, if I do say so myself, an awesome little kid. She’s hysterically funny and will talk your ears off with a million questions and observations. She’s adorable with her curls and one dimple and she’s tiny enough still that you want to put her in your pocket and carry her around. She’s simply charming.

Except for when she’s mad. Then you best just duck and cover.

And nothing makes the Bean more mad then when I go away.

Whether I’m gone for a few hours for a date night with The Hubs or gone for a few days like this past weekend, I’m going to pay for it. Dearly. While I’m gone, I get reports of how great she was- she acts fine, sleeps great and eats wonderfully. Not a temper tantrum in sight.

Guess she’s saving them up for when I get home because the girl has been crazy the past couple of days. Whining, crying, hitting, sassing and not listening- but only to me.  Our bed time routine is very consistent every night- teeth brushed, PJs on, read 3 books, sing 2 song and then in the crib she goes.  I put her to bed wide awake, we trade “I Love You’s” and that’s that.

Tonight I felt like I was trying to put to sleep a very ticked off octopus/porcupine/Snot Monster- the thrashing, screaming, tears, and hysterics. She didn’t want to read a book. Oh wait, yes she did. But not that one. The other one. No, not that one either- the first one instead. She wants to sing “ABC”- wait no, 4 notes in she wants “Twinkle Twinkle.” No- back to “ABC” NOW!  She wants her diaper changed, but DO NOT unzip her PJs to do it. Damnit- get back to the books already!

It was exhausting for both of us. My next weekend away is going to have to involve a lot more chocolate to sustain me through this torture!