shower vs. muscles

Where do I even start. Today was one of those rip-your-hair-out-and-I'm-too-exhausted-to-even-shower-before-bed days. Kennedy has been questioning my every word and talking back like a teenage nightmare. I'm now dreading what will come to be my life in 9 years. 

School: starting up a new degree path has proven to be more difficult that I had imagined. Prior to this shift into  nursing, my area of study was psychology. I only had two semesters left until graduation and the classes weren't easy, but they weren't mind boggling either. Psychologic disorders and theories are pretty straightforward and unchanging from one scenario to the next. Tomorrow I have my second anatomy lab exam over the muscles (yes, all of them). We've been working on them for the past two weeks, but my brain would have you believing that I'd been given the list only last night. I have not experienced stress on this level in.. well, I think ever actually. Oh, muscles are different on a plastic model than they are on photographs of a cadaver? GUH. Application for the nursing program is May 2016 and with the classes I need to take next semester I have no room to wiggle in terms of 'failing'. Anything less than an A- will greatly impact my overall score. Gray hairs are increasing daily.

Kennedy: she in particular has been giving me a run for my money basically since she turned four. Terrible two's? PUH. Terrible three's? GET OUTTA HERE. Terrible four's? Why yes, I think I see what you're talking about. Overnight she has turned into this little 39 inch sass machine. Today I had to put her in timeout twice. Twice! Before today I could honestly count on the number of times when her behavior led to a timeout. No, she's not a perfect behavior angel. Yes, she has bad days. But on those bad days I give her time to sit and think about her actions, talk about them with me or dad, and give her time to correct the behavior. It did nothing but increasingly get worse each time I tried talking to her. 

Kennedy: Mom, can you tie this string into a bow?

Me: Yes, where?

K: Right here. 

*points to string around her rocking horse's neck*

M: *ties string* Okay, I think you're all set!

K: Well, I like it in a double knot. *twists, turns, bunches up string*

*I sit down back to study at the kitchen table*

K: UGH, YOU TANGLED IT ALL UP!

M: I did not.

K: YES, YOU DID!

M: You wanted it into a double knot, I think you did that yourself.

K: NOOOOO.

M: Kennedy, I promise I didn't tangle it up. 

K: Well, if you don't come out here, I'm going to break it.

M: *??????* Kennedy what's wrong?

K: NOTHING! *tips over horse*

M: You need to calm down.

K: No, I'm breaking this.

M: Well, it's not my toy so you can if you want. But..

you won't be getting another one anytime soon.

K: Yeah! For my birthday!

M: Well, that's in a year from now?

K: SOOOO. *kicks horse*

M: Okay, well I think we are going to stop.

K: NO, I'M NOT!

M: Okay, we might need to go sit in your room for a minute.

K: NO, I'M NOT GOING.

M: Yepp, we're going right now.

K: NO.

*walks Kennedy to the stairs, then proceeds to need to 

lift her up the next few*

M: If you keep stomping, I'm going to add ten extra minutes.

K: NO. YOU. WOONNNN'T!

GUYS. I was going to lose it. Her anger was intense and it took me by so much surprise. It was so outlandish that it took everything in me not to crack up at her as well.

So, I just forced myself to take a shower since my exam is at 8am tomorrow morning. If I don't do it now, I'll be a nasty bum in class tomorrow and it would be morning 3 with no shower. Now How I Met Your Mother til I sleep.

Save me.

Leia