He's Baaa-aack!

The Toddler known now as Sir Chatsalot has now firmly regressed backwards to Sir Screamaslot.

Today's screamy schedule:

*8:30 am: Screaming ninny fit #1 in our kitchen, complete with running at me with flailing arms. Reason? Time to take sis to VBS.

*9:30 am: Screaming ninny fit #2 in Wal-Mart. Reason? He had to wait in the cart with me at Customer Service while I returned a printer ink cartridge (having grabbed the wrong one yesterday morning as I raced down the ink aisle as fast as I could, distracted by a...drumroll, please...screaming toddler).

12:00 pm: Screaming ninny fit #3 in our backyard sandbox. Reason? His incredibly kind (and there's not a bit of sarcasm in that statement; Prince Tatertot has more Grace than his mother these days) older brother got tired of him pouring sand on his head and proceeded to stiff-arm him, saying, "Stop it!"

2:00 pm: Screaming ninny fit #4 at his bedroom door. Reason? He woke up from his nap; screaming upon every wake up is S.O.P. for this child.

3:30 pm: Screaming ninny fit #5 in Princess Pinky's classmate's backyard. Reason? Well, this one, I really can't blame him. Princess Pinky spent the afternoon after VBS at her friend's new pool. When I brought the boys over to pick her up, Prince Tatertot was invited to swim in the pool for few minutes, too. Sir Screamsalot could only thrash in my arms watch from the sidelines in a fit of face-purpling toddler rage with disappointment.

4:15 pm: Screaming ninny fit #6 in CVS. Reason? His mother is a complete idiot and figured she could run through CVS* on her way home and stock up on paper products (there's a righteous ECB earning dealio on Charmin and Bounty this week; read details here). Clearly, this woman should have her head examined.

4:59 pm: Screaming ninny fit #7 right back here at the old homestead. Reason? Really, do we need a reason why after a long, tiring day of screaming, time-outs, and listening to Mommy have long and loud conversations with her Lord about just how much more of this malarkey she was supposed to swallow with a smile?

Yes, I am a bit sick of this.

Ahhh....I feel better.

See, blogging is good for the soul. It's also fine fodder for that day in the far-off future when Sir Screamsalot and his future bride come to us and announce that they're making us grandparents.

I promise, with you fine mommyfolk as my witnesses, that I will do my very best not to snort, snicker, or laugh out loud as I refer him to this post.

WM

*If you're not familiar with CVS and how you can get all sorts of great stuff for pennies on the dollar or Fuh-REE, you can read my post CVS: How to Save over at TNFM (my blog that I'm currently closing down).