Last night was one of those nights I felt like quite possibly the SHITTIEST mother ever.....Sam had a meltdown last night at about 11:00.....I tried SO hard to stay calm and maintain SOME patience but she just kept freaking out, kicking, screaming, crying...it was a doozy! I HAD to walk away, I couldn't calm her down, couldn't rationalize with her, and coddling and comforting was the LAST thing I wanted to do...my patience had totally gone away and I had to walk out before I did something regrettable. Then of course "Daddy the hero" walked in, laid down with her and she INSTANTLY calmed down...I felt like shit and about 2 inches tall. I HATE moments like that, when I feel like a crappy mom, doing things I swore I'd never do.....ugh.......