Worst Mommy ever

So, when I wrote that little blurb the other night about 3-year olds, I guess it was a premonition of things to come. The next day, was a knock-down, drag-out fight to get that kid to Barday house. She cried from the time I woke her up until...who knows when? When I left her at daycare, she was lying on the floor in a heap on top of binka, crying, with snot streaming down her nose. She did not want to do anything to get ready, and cried and fought me every step of the way. When I got into the car to leave daycare, I broke down in tears, because I was so frustrated and felt like such a terrible mother to leave her that way. Then, to top it off, I called Chris to vent my frustrations, and he said, "Do you want to get rid of her the same way you want to get rid of the dog?" (Another story for another time). The worst part about it, is that during that whole terrible tirade of hers, I did suggest that I may look for another mother for her...or donate her to charity. So the thought actually DID cross my mind...