Tantrums and terrible twos

Boy, oh boy, was it an afternoon. One tantrum after another and I was ready to drive us all off the Golden Gate in search of a peaceful place in the clouds. Everyone has their limits and I guess Mason reached his- but I definitely reached mine shortly thereafter. He's just at an age that is impossible- it's a constant battle with him over every little thing. And I question everything- what am I doing wrong- why is my precious adorable child acting like a person belonging to a straight jacket? Do I need to call Nanny 911? Did I miss this chapter in the How to raise a respectible, well-behaved child book? The problem is there is no answer-just the one you find through trial and ERROR, lots of error. I just have to tell myself everyday that, I am doing my best- my very best, 110% of my effort. That is what I have to give. That is all I have to give. And through that, I just hope, beyond all hopes, that I can manage to give him the tools to succeed in society and for us both to survive the process...