Take weeks of trying to get Noah off one med and onto another one so he's not really controlled on anything yet and is riding a thin line of mania mixed with mean and nasty.
And then add in a good dose of Mommy and her fucking hormones because apparently my normal level of craziness isn't enough, so we had to add in perimenopause.
Then throw in a pinch of Noah deciding to take two packs of gum from the store yesterday via his pocket, and then lie to us about it when Rich found it.
Mix in a good dose of two boys waking up three times between them during the night.
And let it slow simmer on a rainy Saturday when Rich is at work and all the boys do is fight, wrestle, and say NO to me.
And there you have it! A big pot of Bitch Ass Mommy is not Taking Any Shit.
You might say I'm struggling with the whole therapeutic parenting bit the last few days.