rain, rain, go AWAY!

My little one needs to go OUTSIDE!!!!! It's been raining for a couple of days, but it feels like weeks with a little one who has a constant need to be outside. I've never felt it as severely as I do today. She's beyond fussy, which makes me beyond frustrated.... In fact I had to come upstairs and leave her downstairs with Daddy (who took the day off today) just so I wouldn't blow my fuse. I have a pretty long fuse when it comes to her--I don't lose my patience easily with her, but some days I just can't take one more fuss.

We did go outside a bit this morning. I put her rain boots on her, which she loves, but don't fit her very well, and she proceeded to kick them off. So we didn't last outside that time. We tried again awhile later with her shoes instead, with the plan to just stay in the front on the sidewalk. That idea didn't work. She was in the sopping wet grass in seconds. She sat in it, kneeled in it, even layed down on the wet sidewalk (yes, she stopped what she was doing and just layed down on her stomach for no apparent reason). She was filthy and wet. We came in for lunch--an early lunch because I couldn't stand one more minute of her getting so wet and dirty (even though she was having a great time). She was excited for her Dora yogurt. After about five bites she dipped her hands in it while I wasn't looking and started clapping them together yelling, "Uh oh! Uh oh!" This is when I had about had it. I cleaned her hands and the spoon and gave it back to her. She tried to do it again--I caught her in time that time. I tried to feed it to her instead. She shook her head "no" and said, "All Done, All Done, ALL DONE!!!!!!" over and over, louder and louder. That's when I snapped (she's hardly eaten anything in days, which is why I got so frustrated about that). I told my husband I was going upstairs and he was in charge for awhile.

I took a deep breath and told myself she's only being two. But sometimes I just need a break from two. I'm surrounded by two. Most of the time I'm glad I am, but there are moments I wish I could go off to a job somewhere just for a little while for some freedom! Who knew work could be freedom!?

Anyway, Daddy proceeded to bring her up to bed about 2 minutes later. I guess he couldn't take her either (I heard her continuing to fuss and cry about something, though I don't know what). This is an hour before she's supposed to take her nap, but bed's really the only place she belongs when she's acting like this. She went right to sleep, so she must need it, but this is going to make for a very long afternoon and evening, because she's bound to wake up early. AHHHHHH!!

Tomorrow it's supposed to be nice outside. I can guarantee we'll be outside for almost all of it. It's the only way we can all be sane. I think I just need to let her get wet and dirty and forget about it.