Remember my shy, adorable, loving little boy? The one that always says “please” and “thank you” and “mommy, could I?” His name is Hunter, he is 4 years old, and I’m pretty sure that a rabid badger locked him in the closet and moved into his bedroom this last week.

My sanity said; “Fuck this!” and flew the coop sometime over the weekend. The mother in me is playing Charades and has picked the Super Nanny card, sounds great, but less then encouraging since I totally suck at that game. Its times like this that I just want to crawl into my bed and call my mother to come take over. Which would totally go against everything that my therapist has ever told me. Continue reading →