(Note: I wrote this two days ago and I'm happy to report that the situation has greatly improved!!!!)
Requires LOTS of muscle and EVEN MORE patience! Ugh!!!! Not only do I feel inferior in terms of muscle tone and the general public, I have seriously reconsidered my ability to educate the youth of our future with the amount of patience (ah-hem - VERY LITTLE!) I have these days. Nory is getting her molars (it's CONFIRMED that both bottom ones have popped up, but she won't let me assess the top) and I am SO happy that they are FINALLY coming in.........but BOY OH BOY, does teething do a number on both the baby and the parents!
Let's choose to ignore the vomiting, diarrhea, heat rash, mosquito bites and sleepless nights from the past few days and discuss THIS DAY ONLY.
Nory wakes up at 6 a.m. Phil and I take turns holding her until 7 when Phil has to leave. During this hour, the SECOND you put her down or are out of her eyesight, she's scream-crying. Okay, fine. Pick her back up. Phil leaves at 7. My arms are too sore to hold her any longer so we go for a walk. We come home. I put her down inside the house. The scream-crying continues! I pick her up. We try to do laundry. I have to put her down to fold what's in the dryer. She decides to shove all of the folded clothes on the ground under the bed. I give up. We go downstairs. I get some apple juice. She runs over to enjoy some herself, trips over the rocking chair, bangs her head against the wall. The scream-crying continues! I pick her up. We read some books in her room, until she starts to throw them and I tell her "no". Do you know what happened next? YOU GUESSED IT! The scream-cry!!! I decide it's time to eat. She has some yogurt and then wants some of my cereal. I make the mistake of sitting beside her on the couch. She grabs the bowl, milk and cereal goes everywhere. I jump off the couch, take off my shirt and throw on a nearby hoodie. My reaction scares her and....she scream-cries! Pool time at last. I manage to get the baby pool onto the deck without putting her down. But now I have to fill it up. I put her down. She SCREAM-FREAKING-CRIES so loudly that I barely fill the thing. I almost start to scream-cry myself. But I don't. Instead, I put her inside her pool. She smiles. Phewf. But wait. She needs sunscreen. I start to apply it. She SCREAM-CRIES!!!!! UGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank goodness her Daddy came to the rescue shortly after. I was in serious need of a break! (It's time to once again SALUTE all of you single mamas out there who ROCK THIS PARENTING THING like no one's business!!!)
I should probably add that everyone thinks I'm a straight-up liar after visiting with Nory this past week. They listen to me rumble about how "she's just not herself" and it's as though Nory hears me and TURNS IT ON. Suddenly, she's as happy as a clam and I look like a giant fool. WHAT GIVES?!
Parenting, right?
Requires LOTS of muscle and EVEN MORE patience! Ugh!!!! Not only do I feel inferior in terms of muscle tone and the general public, I have seriously reconsidered my ability to educate the youth of our future with the amount of patience (ah-hem - VERY LITTLE!) I have these days. Nory is getting her molars (it's CONFIRMED that both bottom ones have popped up, but she won't let me assess the top) and I am SO happy that they are FINALLY coming in.........but BOY OH BOY, does teething do a number on both the baby and the parents!
Let's choose to ignore the vomiting, diarrhea, heat rash, mosquito bites and sleepless nights from the past few days and discuss THIS DAY ONLY.
Nory wakes up at 6 a.m. Phil and I take turns holding her until 7 when Phil has to leave. During this hour, the SECOND you put her down or are out of her eyesight, she's scream-crying. Okay, fine. Pick her back up. Phil leaves at 7. My arms are too sore to hold her any longer so we go for a walk. We come home. I put her down inside the house. The scream-crying continues! I pick her up. We try to do laundry. I have to put her down to fold what's in the dryer. She decides to shove all of the folded clothes on the ground under the bed. I give up. We go downstairs. I get some apple juice. She runs over to enjoy some herself, trips over the rocking chair, bangs her head against the wall. The scream-crying continues! I pick her up. We read some books in her room, until she starts to throw them and I tell her "no". Do you know what happened next? YOU GUESSED IT! The scream-cry!!! I decide it's time to eat. She has some yogurt and then wants some of my cereal. I make the mistake of sitting beside her on the couch. She grabs the bowl, milk and cereal goes everywhere. I jump off the couch, take off my shirt and throw on a nearby hoodie. My reaction scares her and....she scream-cries! Pool time at last. I manage to get the baby pool onto the deck without putting her down. But now I have to fill it up. I put her down. She SCREAM-FREAKING-CRIES so loudly that I barely fill the thing. I almost start to scream-cry myself. But I don't. Instead, I put her inside her pool. She smiles. Phewf. But wait. She needs sunscreen. I start to apply it. She SCREAM-CRIES!!!!! UGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank goodness her Daddy came to the rescue shortly after. I was in serious need of a break! (It's time to once again SALUTE all of you single mamas out there who ROCK THIS PARENTING THING like no one's business!!!)
I should probably add that everyone thinks I'm a straight-up liar after visiting with Nory this past week. They listen to me rumble about how "she's just not herself" and it's as though Nory hears me and TURNS IT ON. Suddenly, she's as happy as a clam and I look like a giant fool. WHAT GIVES?!
Parenting, right?
This too shall pass. I hear you. Sending love. xo Bubby
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