Monster

I have a monster in my house. His name is Isaac. He wakes up at 4:30 a.m. and won't go back to sleep, fusses because he finally has one canine tooth poking through the gums, pulls Sophie's hair, dumps out his cups of water, throws his food on the floor, whines to be picked up all day long, takes every possible toy out of his toy bin, unloads my lazy susan cabinet, tries to drown one of his fake stuffed bugs in Sophie's water, digs his Goldfish crackers out of his diaper bag and empties them on the carpet {which is full of Sophie hair, waiting to be turned into Pocket Sophies}, stares in and attempts to dig through the garbage can as I throw those crackers away, unfolds all of my laundry, leads me to food in the cupboards that he can't have {well, he CAN, but just not at the time he wants them}, begs incessantly to feed Daddy's fish multiple times a day, and doesn't listen to a single.word.I.say, but I love him {scary and monstrous as he is} anyway. Is this really life with a toddler? I had no idea what I was signing up for.