Somewhere between the lotion squirted all over the top bunk, and the pile of porcelain dolls, I lost it, all energy to deal with the plate my darling CAPITAL T, 2 year old was dishing out. I'm not sure how I made it through the day yesterday without spanking her little butt fushia. But I did. Just so she could serve me a second helping of disaster today. I'm not sure how I made it through my prior children's rebellious second year, I look back on them now with fond memories, thinking they couldn't have been this bad. With her blue eyes and her curly top, it's hard to even stay mad, but I honestly feel at the end of my rope, and if I don't get control of the matter she will tear my whole house apart. She has recently, in the last 2 days, learned she can open doors, and reach all the light switches, on, off, on, off. Open, shut, destroy. Posters ripped, earrings scattered, file cabinet emptied,window cleaned with ones tongue. If any of you have seen the Steve Martin movie, I think it's called Parenthood, with the little boy that runs around with a bucket over his head, well that's Kasey. I'm sending out an SOS. Please get me through this.