This post is going to sound a lot like complaining, but I want to make it clear that I am not in fact complaining, I am simply statin' the facts ma'am. I am TIRED. Every inch of my body is crying out for peace and quite and just a little bit of rest, thank you very much. My baby has been crying for...I don't know, about...three weeks now. I hold her, I rock her, I feed her and she cries and cries and cries. I'm hoping that any minute now a couple of teeth with pop through her little gums and explain all of the crying but as of this moment I truly have no idea what is the matter with her little self. I feel awful for her and would, and have been doing anything and everything in my power to comfort her. But I am spent! Physically. Emotionally. The sound of her crying feels like it is coming from the inside of my head. It's as though my brain has been put into a blender and is currently being made into a smoothie. I can barely string two words together. The situation is leaving me with
little no patients for anything or anyone else.
If it weren't for large amounts of Dr. Pepper, donuts, and chocolate today I may not have survived. If the crying doesn't stop soon I'm going to have to buy all new fatter fat clothes.
I'm not looking for advice. I may be looking for sympathy, but if you judge me I will choke you.
3 comments:
"new fatter fat clothes" is my favorite part of this whole post. It's got to be teeth, or ears. Poor baby! Poor you. No sleep is rough on everyone. More chocolate!
PS, I typed that with Soren on my lap. It's 1:30am and he is bright eyed and bushy tailed for no obvious reason tonight, but he wakes up Corbin when I try to put him back to bed. My current brain activity is operating at zombie level. Good thing he is adorable!
No judging Nat!! I feel your pain! Micah spent about a month crying....I thought I was going to lose my mind. Here's to hoping it passes quickly!!
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