I love my son, but right now, I do not like him.

My 17-month-old is normally SO sweet. He is charming and happy and 98% of the time he is smiling. He laughs at everything, eats like a pig, dances all the time and is so good-humoured.

But right now? He is like the fucking spawn of Satan. (That's sa-teen.) I don't know how much more of this shit I can take. He is at daycare so he gets every goddamn bug that is going around, and some fuckface sent their kid in with croup, because I am 99% sure he had croup a couple of weeks ago. When he recovered from that, we discovered he has tonsillitis. I am about 2.5 seconds away from eating someone's face off. He's on antibiotics which make him horrid at night. He wakes up at least once, screaming and inconsolable. We were up for 1.5 hours this morning with him. He won't eat for us. He picks like a bird. He has lost weight because he's been sick. Everyone else says he eats great. For us, he doesn't. What the fuck.

On top of this, he is now my velcro baby. Dad won't cut it. And, just when you think he's calmed down, something minor happens, and it's instant tantrum. Can't get what he wants fast enough? Scream. Cat in his way? Cry. Hell, look at him the wrong way and he's screeching or crying or throwing things. I tried soothing him for 10 minutes during naptime and he screamed like a banshee the whole time. I left when he calmed, at which point he started screaming again, and about two minutes later, he passed out.

I don't know how to fucking deal with this. Help me. Help meeeeeeeeee.