I have dealt with poopy diapers, poopy walls, poopy crib, poopy bathtub, pukey crib, sick baby, bumped head, skinned up, fallen down, YOUNAMEIT, I had it covered until... 4 molars at ONE TIME?!
Okay , that takes super woman. At this point I need a glass of wine but I'm pretty sure once I pour the glass the bottle will be gone and I can't do that before L's bath time.
I'm going crazy...
I can't sit down without her tugging on me. I can't stand up without her grabbing my legs. I can't pick her up without her wanting down, I can't sit her next to me on the couch without her squirming and jumping off. I can't give her an ice cube, she doesn't want it. I can't give her any more ibuprofen, she has had a dose already, she doesn't want a Popsicle, doesn't want a frozen water bottle, no paci, no cuddling, nothing! We tried the bath tub... Her FAVORITE place in the world... She cried. THE.ENTIRE.TIME!
(Insert ear piercing screaming)
I'm sure all you fellow moms out there are thinking... That's what you signed up for. You're a MOM! And, you're right. I get it, I know. This just down right, flat out... sucks. After the weekend I had and the day I had at work and the migraine that is lingering all day... I could use a break from trying to be super woman.
I feel so bad for my little Lennon. She's tired, miserable and doesn't even know what she wants. I'm finally feeding her a bubba and snuggling with her favorite blankey. Fingers crossed... This might do the trick.
Tomorrow is a new day and she will wake up happy!!
Goodnight world, this crazy mom is pouring a glass of wine! ... And maybe I should dig into this book. Hell, I should probably drink the bottle and read this whole book TONIGHT.
Happy, Monday. Thank God it's over.
XO
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