Giving Up

My daughter woke up at 5am, which is two hours earlier than normal. At lunchtime, she had an explosive poop that temporarily adorned her back and the back of one of her legs. While I was running her a bath to rid her of the aforementioned feces, she peed on the carpet. She was good in the bath; but then she wanted to take one of her very leaky bath toys out of the tub with her. I explained several times why she couldn't take it to bed, before I finally lost my patience and threw it back into the tub. Violet proceeded to lose her mind: it was the worst tantrum I have ever seen her throw. I yelled at her repeatedly to stop because she kept trying to run off the bed. At one point, I actually had her calmed down. Then, she amused herself by kicking me in the stomach. Once in her crib, she kept requesting things that she knows she's not allowed to play with (like her ceramic piggy bank), and then screaming bloody murder when I wouldn't give them to her. She is finally napping, and I am officially giving up and going back to bed.