I was a complete parenting failure yesterday.
I barely got a decent nap in after work before DH had to go to work. When Joey woke up it was one of those days where nothing was working. Every single second involved him screaming, whining or clawing at me. Nothing made him happy. I couldn't stand it anymore.
I dealt with it by taking him to Target and buying him whatever he wanted. Kid came home with two shirts, a new Elmo, 2 bags of dried fruit, a bag of goldfish, 2 bags of melts, toothpaste, an electric toothbrush and a sound machine.
I confess that I don't care that I took the easy way out. He finally shut up and I got to drink my Icee in blessed silence in the car. (After I stuck my bare hand in the top to take out the chewed on pieces of goldfish he spit into it and threw them on the ground in the parking lot.) Oh yeah. I let him have half my Icee too.
DH asked how the day went and I told him and he gave me a look and I said "Yeah. I don't care. Oh well."