There's only room for ONE diva around here and that's ME

How bad is it that I am sitting here at the computer while my son is hanging on to the baby gate, tears streaming down his face, crying so hard he's coughing, I THINK because he wants his blanket upstairs? Probably pretty bad, but I am sitting here because he's been doing this for much of the morning and I. Need. Five. Minutes.

Yesterday and the day before? Fabulous days. The day before that? Rotten. The day before that? Worse. I can't figure out if it's the teeth or what, but my sweet little boy has been having Diva-Sized Mood Swings and I'm having a hard time keeping up.

***hours later***

I didn't WANT to go get his blanket. I feel like I've been indulging his every whim this past week and THAT WAS ENOUGH.

I picked him up. I turned on Animal Planet. It took him ten minutes to calm down. Every so often I'd offer him a drink of water, to be met with a "Waaahhh!" So fine. Whatever. We'll sit here and watch baby tigers until you get over yourself.

We were supposed to meet friends for a picnic lunch at the wading pool, but I didn't think I could deal. On the other hand, I didn't think I could handle sitting in the house until nap time either. So we went to Home Depot to buy some flowers to replace my pots of weeds and dead leaves. I thought this was the ideal outing, seeing as how Home Depot is three minutes away, I planned to be quick and if he started yelling at least we'd be outside. But he fell asleep in the car after 30 seconds (needed a morning nap, I guess) and I had to wake him up to sit in the shopping cart.

He's in bed now. I don't let him sleep in the mornings, even when he appears to be tired (and this morning he didn't appear to be tired so much as DIVA-ISH). If he sleeps in the mornings he either sleeps too long to take an afternoon nap, or he takes a normal morning nap and then battles me all afternoon for the afternoon nap. It's not worth it. As long as we're not in the car for a long time, he'll make it to lunch time, and then he's out for at least two hours afterwards. That I can handle.

But I don't feel like I'm handling much lately. I'm not sure what's up with Jack, and of course that makes me feel like I got an F on my Mom Report Card. I'm tired all the time. Last night, in addition to general uncomfortableness and bouts of heartburn, I started having contractions. CONTRACTIONS. Fake ones, of course, but they hurt and make me nervous and keep me from sleeping.

Speaking of contractions, Liz just emailed me and said she's been told to report to the hospital. Whee!

Anyway. Sorry to be all bad moody. I'm starving, that doesn't help. Off to eat a sandwich (with lunch meat! bad!) and track down some trashy TV.

Comments

[Kate P]

Sorry to hear the Prince is trying to usurp your feather boas. Hope lunch made you feel a little better--prayers said for Liz (woo!).

[Carrie]

Hurray for Liz going to the hospital! I was just sitting here and wondering how she's doing in the hot weather. I'm glad that things are finally happening!

[Jess]

Ugh. I know this won't help, but I read tons of blogs by parents of young children? And their kids all go through these phases. And the writers are, for the most part (and yourself included), fabulous parents. So no F on the Mom Report Card for you. Just power through.

[Jennifer]

You make it out on a trip to Home Depot. You are handling things MUCH better than I am.

I've basically be promoted from homebody to recluse and I'm headed straight for Hermit by early next week.

[annie]

You're totally NOT getting an F on your mom report card. It just feels like it when you're in the midst of baby growing like this. Aren't those moody days the worst? I can always handle my own mood (ha. Easy for me to say. I don't know if any one ELSE can handle my moods...) but dealing with a cranky little person who still can't communicate just what in the world is SO. AWFUL. is so hard! Good idea with the Animal Planet. I'll have to try that one.

[el-e-e]

Hopefully you got your Project Runway on and felt MUCH better after the right candidate was LET GO. :)