Noah and I are having a power struggle, and at the moment, I'm sorry to say, he's winning. He's 2 years and 8 months.
This week, it's hard. Very hard. I need a vodka and soda. I need a lobotomy. I need SOMETHING!
I need the Super Nanny. But is she really so super? Or can I work this out without the help of someone that doesn't actually have any kids?
I'm going back to basics. I'm going to regain control. It's my show. I'm tired of walking the tightrope on blustery days. I'm too tired for that.