"Those days"

Every mom knows what I'm talking about.  One minute, you're staring at your child in awe of what a miracle they are.... and then you have one of "those days."  One of those days in which you wonder how you got yourself into this mess.  Pregnancy is definitely different the second time around.  For the majority of this pregnancy, I would forget I was even pregnant.  I was so busy taking care of my toddler that it would only cross my mind a couple times a day.  But towards the end is when it really hits you.  I'm huge.  My body is feeling it.  But instead of resting like I could do last time around, I have a preschooler to take care of that still needs to be fed, bathed, played with and not made to feel like her new sibling is already taking all the fun out of mommy.  So needless to say, while I'm holding on to these few moments I have left as a mommy of 1, I'm looking forward to having my body back. 
This past weekend, I had one of "those days."  Well really, one of "those weekends."  Abe was working 2 back to back gigs which meant he was gone from early morning until about 2:30am both days so Miss Farrah was going to be solely my responsibility all weekend.  Sounds easy enough I mean, I am her mom right?  Sunday afternoon is when the efforts of the weekend started to make my body hate me.  And of course, in true kid fashion, my kid decided this would be the perfect time to act out like I've never seen before.  My normally non-bratty child became a full blown fan of the word "no" combined with a stink face.  Did not cooperate and instead of going to sleep like she normally would, decided to scream her face off, and then when I went to check on her after a while, bolted out of her room and into my bed.  I finally caved after 2 hours of this back and forth, not to mention 2 hours of me crying out of frustration and exhaustion, and put her in our bed and went to sleep with her. 
It's these days that make me question what's to come with 2 kids.  If I have days like this with 1, what are my days going to be like with 2?  I wish I had the answer, but I guess I won't know until I'm faced with it.  Until then I'm comforted by the days that are much more common around here.  The ones where yes, I'm exhausted at the end of the day, but still have a smile on my face.  The ones where she tells me she loves me and that I'm her best friend.  The small bits of appreciation and cooperation are all it takes to recharge my batteries. 
Here's a glimpse into that weekend:

Yep.... that's her finding a bottle of my lotion and squeezing it all over.  I probably should have stopped her instead of taking a picture but I needed some type of evidence for my gripe session with her daddy when the weekend was over ;)  Mommies of 2+, tell me it's not as bad as I'm imagining it's going to be.