Today is just one of those days when I ask myself--why?
Why does my six-year-old daughter not listen to me anymore?
It's been going on for some time now, but when I'm frazzled by my 32-week itchy pregnant belly in 90 degree heat, carrying around my twenty-four pound eighteen-month-old, and being completely ignored by someone much smaller than me, I just about want to scream at her in the face and then run away.
I certainly question my sanity as I sit here pregnant again, wondering where I went wrong with my daughter. Wondering how to handle this whole whining, crying, moaning, laughing phase.
I am teetering.
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