- 5 years ago
- Wedding: October 2010
So, I have a 6 month old, and I’m 4 1/2 months pregnant. Most days I handle it okay. I mean, she watches more cartoons than I’m really comfortable with, but DH works 60 hours a week, and I am so very tired.
Last night, she cried from 1 to 330. DH handles her during overnights so I can sleep (thank God), and he went in there every five minutes or so to calm her, but then she’d just start back up again. So couple the crying with two tired/snippy parents, and that was about as much fun as you’d imagine.
This morning, the dog woke me up early. I woke up with a massive headache (common for me during pregnancy), and the Tylenol which I broke down and took didn’t even put a dent in it. About halfway through the day, I went into Lexi’s room to change her, and there was a 60.00 dress (a way extravagant purchase for us, since she’ll only wear it once, especially now) chewed to shreds on the floor. My dog trotted in, then saw what I was holding, and I screamed at him like I had lost my damn mind. He cowered in the corner and I saw how afraid he was and I just couldn’t stop myself.
When I left the room, mostly because Lexi needed to be fed, he didn’t even bother to follow me, like he always, always does.
Later in the afternoon, while Lexi was playing on her mat, she performed her favorite new trick. She rolls onto her stomach, and then cries about it. I roll her on her back (which she 100% knows how to do, and has been doing so for the past 3 months) and she immediately rolls back to her stomach and starts crying.
So, I yelled at her too.
Not like I yelled at the dog, just a “What the hell is your problem?” I was immediately ashamed, so we both sat there and cried.
Finally, to cap off the day, I got myself a bowl of ice cream, and it was then my husband happened to call. I reached for the phone, knocked the ice cream on the floor, had to scramble to get the dog away from it (chocolate), broke the bowl and stained the wood floor. So, I sat there and cried about that, and told my husband it was just as well it spilled, because I was too fat for ice cream anyway.
So at the end of the day, I have yelled at my dog, yelled at my baby, cried hysterically twice, and wrecked my floor.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is much, much better.