So the last few days I’ve felt just absolutly overwhelmed. Â And I haven’t really even left my couch. Â How is it possible you ask? Â Try having a teething 8 month old who is crawling EVERYWHERE and trying to experiment with running marathons. Â While she still sleeps like Sleeping Beauty at night her day times seemed to be filled with discontent. Â She’s not happy with her toys. Â She’s not happy with her food. Â She’s not happy with all the stupid things I do to make her happy. Â Or at least it seems like she’s not. Â I see her smiling enough. Â And laughing at the dogs. Â But why doesn’t this make me feel better? Â Like the world is right? Â I wish I could blame my feelings on PMS but I can’t. I keep wondering I think I’m just letting her moodyness get to me. Â Which makes me moody, which makes her moody. Â WoW! Â An evil circle if I’ve ever heard of one. Â Crabby mommy makes baby crabby or crabby baby makes mommy crabby? Â Chicken before the egg? Â
Poor hubby is stuck in the middle. Â He just doesn’t understand. Â He thinks I just need to move to another room so EJ isn’t so bored. Â What about her mother? Â Moving to another room isn’t going to solve my moodyness. Â I think I need the sun.