It has been one of those days. I thought I had experienced one of those day before I became a mother, but I was SO wrong. How young and naive I was to believe that any of my shitty days I had pre-baby could even compare to a post- baby shitty day. It’s one of those things that until you are a mom, you can’t even begin to imagine. I know a nice glass of Cabernet won’t have its usual calming affect on me. A day like this stresses me out so much that I am in desperate need of a Xanax…or two…or ten. OR *lightbulb* Xanax infused Cabernet! Ahhh, a girl can dream…
Today was definitely, to put it nicely, a doozy. Ella just would not stop crying-whining-pouting-throwing-screeching. I went down the “what’s wrong with the baby” checklist:
Has she been fed? Check.
Does she have a clean diaper? Check.
Did she nap? Check-ish.
Check for injuries? Check.
Has she been entertained? Check.
Has she seen Dora at least once today? Check.
No matter what I did, she wasn’t happy. I held her to calm her down. She scratched my arm (mental note:clip her nails). We played with her toys. She threw a mini Diego at my head. I fed her lunch. She smashed and smeared it all over her high chair. I tried to get her to nap. She shrieked like a POW being tortured. It was one of those days that I kind of wish Ella and I were dating so we could “go on a break”. Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughter more than anything and she is usually a great little girl. But today…ughh today..she was just kind of being a bitch (mom, if you are reading this, I know you are not going to approve of that, but that’s the best way to explain it). So, I sit here typing this post, dreaming of my Wine/Xanax combo (Wine-nax, anyone?) and hoping this will be a short lived phase.