Sometimes I just can't take a single second more of physical contact with my child. Because she never stops moving. And when she sits on my lap, my skin turns raw from all the agitation.
You know how something annoys you so much, it starts to boil inside until you can't bear it anymore and you fling it out in a scream, arms flailing? It's a shame that doesn't send her flying. Somehow she always manages to stay on my lap.
I love her. God, I love her. But I'm seriously considering hiding in the coat closet with my hand held solitaire game to give myself a Full Body Contact break.