Mom Fail

As much as I love my girl sometimes she really gets to me. I have posted before about patience and I think I have really gotten better about since the Monster has come to be but....today?

Today I lost it.

No, I did NOT get all crazy and violent my Little maybe I did yell.

You see, last Monday Aubrey was in the worst mood. Nothing made her happy: boob, Yo Gabba Gabba, a Baby Mum Mum,  Gymboree, a nap, a new butt, toys - NOTHING. And I managed to make it through the day.

Yet today or yesterday rather, seeing as how it is 12 a.m. California time and I am just now starting to be tired enough to fall asleep, I lost it.

She woke up like this:

Happy, smiley, goofy

And then all Hell broke loose. She didn't go down for her morning nap until 10:30  and usually she is down between nine and ten. And it all went downhill from there.

Around 4 we headed to LAX to meet up with a friend during her layover and Aubrey was just fine until we hit the 105 which is literally right down the way from the airport....oh. my. god. I prayed we would make it. 

Nope. The epic screaming began. It was the kind of cry where she was crying so hard that she would open her mouth and no sound would come out. You see, normally I would just pass it off but she had been fussing alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll day. I literally couldn't even put her down to pee. 

I was getting off the freeway and it happened...."AUBREEEEEEEEEY, THAT IS ENOUGH."

Sigh. 

My heart broke as I watched her face. Her eyes wide with confusion. My head  heart shattered with the next cry. I barely managed to make it into the parking structure without losing it. I had to get out of my car. And after what seemed like 10 minutes (it was only about a minute) I finally opened the door and the kid was still screaming. 

Frantically, I hopped into the backseat and offered her a boob and thankfully she took it. But after that? More fussing. I almost wanted to text my friend and tell her we didn't make it and drive the hour and fifteen minutes back home. 

I didn't.

I strapped her into her carrier and off we went.

Mind you, she was only like this for five minutes.....

We met up with my friend just as she was coming out of the terminal and you would think the story would end happily ever after right? Wrong. So, so, so wrong. 

What is going on here? What happened to my little girl? And, who is this little Monster that I have suddenly found that is dressed up as my daughter?