Today a three year old made me cry

Is that something else I have to look forward to with motherhood? The totally ridiculous feeling of being so tired and overwhelmed that you just start crying because you can't take THEIR crying anymore?

The funny part is that I have had much more stressful and tiring times with Monkey over the last three months but the events of yesterday have left me a little sour and preoccupied.

See, yesterday I spent the day painting the utility room. I used a color we had on hand. The room was previously bright blue. Like greek restaurant bright blue. Like the color of the bottom of a swimming pool. Those two examples are the only places that should be this particular color of blue. Our buttercream kitchen and our burnt orange powder room which are connected by the utility room were also suffering from the effects of such a bright neighbor. So I painted the room khaki...heaven forbid I used a neutral!

Here are my reasons:
1. It goes with the tile in the room and with the neighboring kitchen and bathroom colors.
2. It's warmer and more welcoming than the blue.
3. We are having a family party in exactly one month...I thought my mom would appreciate having one room that looks complete and put together.
4. I also thought she would appreciate the thought and the work I put into it...and that I only spent $20...and that I didn't spend her money.

Apparently she doesn't really care about all those reasons. She hates the color (I thought she liked it a little at least since it looks so nice in Lauren's apartment). The end.

So now I feel like crap. And because I feel like crap, it didn't take much from said three year old to push me over the edge and make me cry.