My day has reduced me to tears already and it's only 11am. This time change really messed me up for some reason. I didn't sleep all night and I was already exhausted. This morning I dragged myself out of bed because my poor child was up and waiting for me with a disgusting diaper. I tried to pull myself together and perk up but to no avail. By 9am I was forcing an early nap upon my tired girl.
Lyla picked the best week to start temper tantrums. I gotta tell you, parenting has been easy until now. This is by far the hardest thing I have encountered yet. If I put her down she screams. If I put her in her playpen she screams. If I sit down with her and get her into a toy and then go back to my computer, two minutes later she's screaming. I try a nap again and she screams. She is so unhappy right now if she doesn't get her way. She has a very angry scream that tears my heart apart. I can't give in, no way. That is the gateway to a bratty child.
So it's been a stellar day. I feel like crap, Lyla has some issue with being away from me for more than a second. I honestly swear she's not feeling well either because I've never seen her like this. I'm in tears because I can not handle my child, work, and my head ache today.
(3 hours later)
I took a warm shower, lit myself a fire, and am feeling better. I got a nice warm lunch in me, Lyla took another short nap, and thanks to Jack's Big Music Show, I have some time to get some work done. Just another day in the life of the woman trying to do it all!
(3 hours later)
I took a warm shower, lit myself a fire, and am feeling better. I got a nice warm lunch in me, Lyla took another short nap, and thanks to Jack's Big Music Show, I have some time to get some work done. Just another day in the life of the woman trying to do it all!
1 comment:
Reading your blog and this post caught my attention: you're not alone...we are going through the exact same thing right now!!! So uncharacteristic of Griffin, but now that I am reading about Lyla's behavior-sounds like they are just growing up. Ick.
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