This afternoon, Patrick and I had lunch at my aunt's house. For the most part, Patrick loves going there and is always extra charming. But today, I don't know what ever got into him. He was happy at first, then threw a tantrum when it was time for lunch. He refused to eat on his own, even though he was sitting in his booster seat. Eventually, I had to hold him and spoon-feed him. Then he got happy again. And all of a sudden, another fit of rage. And aside from being able to feed him, I wasn't able to comfort him in any other way. And I felt completely useless as a mom. This is the first time I have ever felt this way.
Now, before anyone starts commenting/calling/emailing, I know I am a good mother. I know I provide for Patrick and that he loves me. But today, I just didn't know what he needed or wanted. I know many moms have days like this; it's nothing new. But it's new for me.
Could it be the terribles two's arriving 8 months early?