It’s 8am and at this rate either one or both of us (me + baby) are not going to survive this day. He’s been basically screaming for 45 minutes since my husband and big kids left. He’s hitting me. He asks for up and then immediately squirms down, rinse repeat. He screams for specific foods and then throws them on the floor after one bite. He keeps grabbing shoes and saying “go” but it’s 14 degrees dude there’s nowhere TO go.