Mama said there'd be days like this...

there'd be days like this, my mama said....

I can't just say the words to that song. Have to sing them every time. And my mama never said that, but God help me, someone should after the day I've had with Cameron. HOW can someone so short create such a headache?!?! Ugh. Sometimes I stare at him, just speechless, because no words that come out of my mouth make it into his brain waves anyways. So I just stare at him, and imagine stringing him up by his toes in a random closet around our house, all the while with a drink in one hand. hmm...
The little devil attitude is so incredibly maddening. That one where he thinks he's being cute, so he has this smirk on his face as he sasses me, then runs like mad as he sees my eyes bulging out of my head. I'm sure that's a dead giveaway. That, or the pulsating vein in my forehead. That's when I'm imagining giving him a whirly bird or something equally self-gratifying.
What's so hard to comprehend is that he's so good 90% of the time....but geez can he make up for lost time in that last 10%. It almost cracks me up when I pick him up for school, and the teachers are going on about how wonderful he is and so sweet and how lucky they are to have him in the class and blah blah blah.... and somehow in the 10 minute drive home I feel the urge to stop the car at the nearest corner and drop him off with a sign around his neck "Free to good home" because I guess he used up all that sweetness at school or something.
*sigh* I really do love my child more than anything, but on days like this, it's a fantastic coping mechanism to think up interesting ways I could feel better....