There are days when I just want to scream in frustration but I swallow it with my juice. There are nights when I just want to run and hide but I just stand still and breathe in. This is my life. The life of a mother with an over active toddler and a cranky baby. I have psychotic noisy neighbors to add to the annoyance. Most days are great, we play with her toys and read books. Run around the house doing all sorts of things. But there are trying days. There have been trying days even before Kayla was born but it got worse ever since she came home. Today Maxine slapped my hand with hers. It didn't hurt because she purposely did it gently but she still did it. I put her in the corner and stood there with her for 2 minutes for time out. She fake cried and then went on doing what she was doing before she hit me.