That baby took all of my good parts this weekend. Remember how I felt after being trapped in the house with her last year during Snowmageddon? That’s kinda how I’m feeling after two days with her. I feel like I spent the last two days yelling “no!” and “stop!” and otherwise correcting her behavior.
On Saturday she refused to nap. Refused. She finally came and sat next to me on the sofa around 2 or 3 and fell asleep. After an hour she woke up out of the blue and had a COMPLETE MELTDOWN. Like, I can’t even explain to you what it was like. She was lying in the floor thrashing around, kicking me, throwing punches. She couldn’t be consoled by me, a pacifier or a cold drink. It was so weird. It went on for nearly half an hour. I finally got her to calm down by stepping outside where we walked through the neighborhood. She was clutching her cup, a bag of goldfish and pacifier. I was scared to talk or make any sudden moves. That’s basically how the rest of the evening went.
Sunday was only slightly better. She, again, refused to nap so I decided we’d just leave the house and run errands. We weren’t gone five minutes when she passed out in the car. So I drove around for 40 minutes (with gas at $3.65) so she could sleep. I was going to sit in the parking lot of Home Goods for another hour but she woke up. Her nap was too short. And she spent the rest of the evening being totally disagreeable.
Thank God I got her a bath and in the bed before 7pm. I truly couldn’t take much more. I almost want to cry I’m so exhausted from this weekend with her. Instead I opened a bottle of wine and am trying to enjoy the red carpet show.
This is one of those times when I can honestly say single parenting is so hard. Not having someone to tag team parent with is difficult. Having to do all the disciplining, all the meals, all the playing, all the baths and naps and everything every single day is so draining.