My name is Laura, and I cannot physically, emotionally, mentally, or spiritually deal with my son's new schedule of waking up every 2 hours. I think I am starting to go little bit loony - I cried tonight over the fact that my seams did not match up perfectly for my purse I am making, I do not understand the directions on gusseting, I feel like a complete failure as a mother because my son gets up so often, cries for over half an hour every night when we struggle to get him into bed (so much for the "No Cry Method"...thanks a lot Dr. Sears!) and the same happens when I struggle to get him down for his daily 40 minutes naps...why struggle for 30 minutes, and feel as if I am torturing my child, if only for a 40 minute break?, my husband complained about the way I broil steaks tonight...I could go on. Yes, this is a pity party. No, you are not invited. And no, for God's sake, do not criticize me. Oh yeah, did I mention that when my son was a mere 2 weeks old he would sleep for 9 hours straight at night. And yes, I do realize this means he's ready for solid foods, but how does one accomplish this when he screams every time I get him in/near his highchair?
It's during times like these that I,
sometimes,
wish I could just walk away,
just leave,
and never come back.
sometimes.
I am also oh-so-very tempted to take a sewing shears and stab my husband's computer monitor. And then stab his game. And for being a smart ass, I think I want to stab him as well.
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