Fireworks

I'd like to thank whoever in my neighborhood decided it would be a good idea to shoot off fireworks last night. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Can you imagine how that wonderful idea came about? A bunch of idiots sitting around, bored. One says HEY LETS SHOOT OFF FIREWORKS, ITS NOT LIKE ITS 730 AT NIGHT IN OCTOBER. I mean who goes to bed that early anyways?! I'll tell you who, MY DAUGHTER. So again, I thank you for waking my baby up with your obnoxious BOOMS AND WHISTLES AND WHATEVER ELSE YOU FUCKERS DECIDED WOULD BE "FUN", and setting off her night terrors. I was up for 2 hours dealing with her horrific shrieks and screams. I have never gotten so close to shooting someone as I did last night, seriously. Someone almost died.

Yesterday was a bad day, all around. B is really testing her limits with me. Is it possible for her to be going through the terrible 2's at 12 months? I've dealt with 2 year olds that don't have as much attitude as her. I love this age because she's learning new things every day and she's just flat out hilarious but the attitude is just ridiculous. I'm hoping it gets better from here but that's definitely wishful thinking. I imagine it'll only get worse.