I wanna do it!

This morning I opened the door to the Dude's room as he screamed in frustration from waking up. Sure, I can see how waking up can be frustrating. We walk into the hall where I change his diaper while he screams and demands that Abby do it. Once he is nice and clean, and for absolutely no reason completely happy now, we head into the kitchen for breakfast. He spends 5-10 minutes demanding cookies and I simply eat my breakfast while repeating at least 5 times "no, cookies are a treat why don't we have breakfast instead". Eventually, this message gets through and he chooses a yogurt. I walk to the fridge to get it for him and he falls to pieces like I'd just thrown all of his cars in the trash. "I do it!". The next 7 minutes he spends crying in front a now opened (by him) refrigerater. The yogurts are still in the box. Crap. He doesn't let me anywhere near the fridge but screams because he doesn't want to open it and he sure and heck doesn't want me to do it. At this point I'm screaming in my head and I just open the box and set the yogurt on the shelf. Falls to pieces. I sit down and continue eating. He finally chooses a yogurt and brings it to the table. He can't open it. Crap. Again, I'm not allowed within a 2 foot radius of his breakfast. He screams, I scream internally, we both are on the verge of a breakdown. I open it a tiny bit then start to talk about waffles. He is distracted enough to open it on his own. He screams when I give him the waffle he asked for.

This is breakfast now, just a taste of what life is like in the "I wanna do it"
phase. Everything takes 10 times longer than it used to, which took 10 times longer than it should. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I'm trying to be optimistic. I'm trying to see that this is ultimately a step toward their independence but I'm about to lose my mind.