That is what I call them. Those days when my child seems to know where my buttons are and takes great joy in jumping on said button all day long.
Would I ever do it? Not on your life!
She is mine--button jumping and all--and I would fight to the death to keep her. But it is also nice to have some kind of expression for the days when nothing seems to go right in mothering. Saying it out loud gives voice to my very real feelings of being at the end, and something in those words works its way to God's ears and somehow, someway diffuses the situation with some humor and always an encouraged heart.
What about you? What is your expression? And how does it work?