Oh potty training, about enough to drive even a sane mother crazy.

I decided to take my fed-upedness and use it: walked into her room with that assertive motherly gait and told her I was going to help her learn how to get along with people, including me. Made her pay the appropriate fine into the bad language jar and told her I wanted an apology.

Magically, haha, she was contrite and paid up, after which things calmed down. We won't be going out today, but... at least I managed that tantrum well, sheesh. We'll go out tomorrow, it will be okay. I'll catch up on work today hopefully and just... try and settle, sigh.