nanny diaries?

Why do I always hate Thursday the most?  It always seems to suck more than the first three days of the work week.  Probably because my patience is wearing thin and I just want it to be the freaking weekend already.

I feel like little girl is doing everything she can lately to push my limits.  Unfortunately, being mild-mannered with children is something that has taken me over a decade to master, and after a full day with one that has acted particularly rotten, it is all I can do not to flip out and kill everyone (not a death threat).

We went to the museum again today, and she was too busy being cranky and defiant to actually get any good out of it.  I'm sick of her telling me, "No".  I would also like to point out that at this point sometimes when I am talking to her she will slap me in the face and then watch for my reaction.

Oh my.

The final straw came tonight at dinner, after I spent over a half hour getting together her meal.  I was putting her in her chair and she kicked her tray, spilling all the food all over my clothes and the floor.  At that point I literally wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and just leave forever.  Not an option.  Instead I had to very calmly fix the tray, clean up the floor, find her new food to eat, and not make it obvious to her that there were tears running down my face.


Now I guess I should go do our work out.  Endorphins.  I need endorphins.