Day 90 - Wrong Side of Bed

Well, I can honestly say my day started off pretty crummy, and totally blame the half-pint peanut that resides in our house!! He did NOT want to get up.  Kept saying he was sleepy, he wanted to go back to bed.  He was so so so tired. I was like....yeah, me too.  this went on for about 20 minutes.  Finally got him to the restroom, potty, changing clothes and he grabbed a hold of me to hold on while putting on his pants.  The little turkey pinched me.  So here is what was said:
Me: Owwww, that HURT!
D: I did not hurt you!
Me: Yes you did, you pinched me.
D: (insert growling voice) That makes me VERY MAD!
Me: yeah, well I am mad too.

Then we head to the kitchen, ask what he wants for breakfast....fight over that.  Get him something to eat.  Sit him down and say...Ok,do you want to watch something on tv.  He says...NO, so I turn it off and walk out.  find his daddy, say....he's all yours, good luck!

I am in the shower, now good and grouchy.  Getting ready....hear a knock on the door!  He walks in...All SMILES!  HI mama!!! My heart is very happy!!!!  Seriously???!!!!   I wish I had his "Dori Fish " memory!!  Oh well, guess i need to work on that!  LIttle stinker!

(If you don't know what I mean by Dori Fish....go watch Finding Nemo!)