What a day.  Seriously.  If the army, navy, air force or marines is looking for a new secret weapon, let me introduce them to Arden.  The 3 year old who can kill with sound. 

Imagine, if you will, a tiled, public bathroom.  Add Arden, exhausted from swim lessons and hungry.  Introduce the idea of changing in the cold, aforementioned public bathroom.  Add the shrill sounds of her high-pitched screams to the tiled, public bathroom.  I’ve never seen other people exit a small area so quickly in my life - and nothing was on fire, I swear.  Kids running from the bathroom, hands over ears.  Even my mother, who never yells at the children, yelled at Arden.  We were all just hoping she’d shut up before my ear drums burst into a million tiny bits. 

Why was she having a fit? No idea, really. She can’t articulate during her rages.  She just screams louder if you try to talk to her or worse yet, reason with her.  She is definitely “one louder”.  She definitely “goes to eleven”.  She is definitely killing me with her “I’m transitioning to life with mommy full-time and I’m going to let her know about it by screaming a lot during the day” attitude.  I have become the mother who yells. I am now “one louder”.  I now “go to eleven” on a regular basis. Someone turn me down please.