(((Ives))) sounds like you were having one of those days, hope today is better.
Skip has only been up 3 hours and already wants to sell her oldest son. In the space of time it took me to wash my face and brush my teeth, he dumped out my box of buttons all over my bed, then pulled out every single book in his bookcase all over his bedroom floor. He threw a tantrum because the shorts he wanted to wear were in the wash. He threw the clothes I'd brought him instead behind the telly. He (accidentally) knocked his cereal all over the floor. He wouldn't stop shouting and singing at the top of his voice while I was on the phone to the doctor. He yelled up the stairs repeatedly when I was trying to put R down for a nap so that got scuppered. Now he won't stop yanking on me/R while I'm trying to get him to sleep in the wrap. I'm trying to get a few hours of work done so I can justify taking him to a toddler group, but tbh I just want to tell him to bugger off and lock myself in the office upstairs.

