Yesterday and last night were super rough. Yesterday was a fairly bad day. Gabriel did everything possible to be as naughty as possible and wouldn't listen to a word I said. The day was nearly one constant tantrum for him complete with him trying to hurt me. At one point he even got a hold of some little wooden massage stick that Rob won at work and hit me with it. He didn't nap, so I didn't have the time to get much done around the house. It was a bad day. When Rob got home from work I went back and took a bath with the door closed, just to have some time to myself.

It's sad, but I don't have any time to myself beyond when I take a bath (which is to shave because our shower is too small to shave in) and my hair appointments every six weeks. I never have any down time or alone time and on especially bad days (like yesterday) that really gets to me.

At one point Gabriel even almost broke our TV. That would have been great. If our TV goes (which is a possibility considering I bought it in 1997) then we won't have a TV anymore. TVs are crazy expensive these days, anyone else noticed that?

Last night was bad as well. I was completely exhausted and wanted nothing more than to get some sleep. Of course, that didn't happen. Just as I was falling asleep for the night, Gabriel began to freak out. He spent most of the night having night terrors and screaming. Even when he was awake and had his eyes open he was still freaking out and screaming. By the time he was able to go to sleep and I was able to start to drift off, the alarm went off.

Of course even without a good night's sleep he's a bundle of boundless energy today. I, on the other hand, am not. I'm completely exhausted and feel like complete ass. Yesterday's tension is still with me because I got around an hour of sleep (in a few minute bursts here and there) last night. Thank god it will soon be the weekend.

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