I know you are sick of my bitching. I am sick of my bitching. My dog is sick of my bitching. But here goes...
We have the most difficult child in the world. I don't care what you think of me now. I don't care what the world says or doesn't say. We are just so tired. So so so tired. I am tired of taking her to the doctor to find out she is fine again. I am tired of seeing happy, laughing, playing quietly babies in their mother's laps. I am tired of being the ONLY parent in the restaurant pacing the floors or letting their child play on the table or empty the sugar and salt containers and sticking her arms in the lobster tank. You get the picture. We need a break.
Why does she cry so much? We can't even go for walks lately, or visit with neighbors, or go grocery shopping. No, it's not just the fun things, it's everything.
Ileigh needs a tune up. Or maybe just a strong sedative.
Bottom line is that I don't see any younger siblings in Ileigh's future.
2 comments:
It's really not just you guys. I know you need a break, I can understand that. But, I can't give you one but I'll tell you how bad Elias was yesterday at lunch so hopefully it will help.
Yesterday, we went to lunch with friends who are expecting a baby. Elias grabbed at everything on the table and would fling it to the floor. Then he would drink from his cup and let it run out of his mouth. Then he grabbed a spoon and was banging it on the glass table top. Then he did eat for a little bit but when his meal came he would chew bits of it up and then spit it out or take it out of his mouth with his hand and throw it onto the table. I didn't get to eat much of my meal because E started screaming to get out of his chair. So, I got him out so he could walk around outside of the restaurant. He tried to eat every cigarette butt, rock, plant, piece of gum stuck to the side walk. He tried to crawl on the blacktop. He ran up to random strangers and attacked them with his shmookie little mouth and hands. He carried a rock into the restaurant and decided to throw it at people's feet - this was not a small rock. Then, after lunch we went to BRU where he pulled things off the shelves, opened drawers and crawled into them in the furniture area, screamed when he was in the stroller, flung his water bottle at things and people, and finally had to be taked out of the store over to the mall play area so we could get the shopping done in peace.
I hope that provides a little prespective that even what seem to be the most docile-loveable children can be little mansters.
{{{{HUG}}}}}
I'm sorry you are having a hard time.
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