Pretty generic, right? I have a 2.5 year old son and I’m 5 months pregnant. I’m frustrated. I try to do all the cute little activities online (like this one – http://www.notimeforflashcards.com/2009/03/fine-motor-friday.html) and it lasts all of 2 seconds. I show him an example of what to do, he does that example, that gets boring after one second, and he rips the whole thing. He’s chucking duplos across the room, pulling on my arm with all of his weight, to take me 12 inches across the room for no apparent reason. Some days, I just get frustrated, and I want to give up and throw on some Sesame Street so I can have a few minutes of peace and drink a hot cup of something (probably half caff, yeah, even though I’m pregnant. I drink coffee and even, sometimes, eat sushi.) All of those mom bloggers who are like, “Embrace the chaos. Dance in the disaster. Oh, motherhood.” in their hipster way. Do they have a child like mine? He can’t be the only one. I don’t know.