Sweet Lord Baby Jesus, yesterday was a doozy.
I mean, I have been tired, truly exhausted, but whatever THIS was hit me of nowhere. My mood was especially shot, energy zapped, my patience was at an all time low, and if my daughter threw one more tantrum with that HORRIBLE fake cry, I would have had to send her to her other grandparents in Nigeria. Bye Ivie!
I was drained! I’m going through some stressful times and yesterday I didn’t even want to move. I couldn’t. It’s normal to get frustrated with your kids and the phases they go through, but sometimes it is a little much. I know every parent needs to just have a moment or two to themselves (besides nap time) so I called in the reinforcements, went home, and took a nap.
A nap. That’s all. Just a nap.
Not even a long one!
I got home, laid down and passed out for an hour or so. Didn’t dream, didn’t even change positions. I was out like a light bulb the second my head hit that pillow. When I finally woke up I felt like “okay, I miss my baby! Bring her back!”
That short nap didn’t solve the world’s problems. It for sure won’t stop her random fake tantrums in the future, but it definitely gave me time to rest and get out of my own head for a second.
I am used to having my child pretty much all day everyday. I don’t like asking for help because I feel bad that I get frustrated, but I am learning more and more that it’s okay to say “I’m having a hard time today, do you think you could keep _____ for a few hours?”
It’s one of those small lessons you learn as you go on this weird journey of parenthood.
So can someone watch my tot until she goes to college? Please?
By then hopefully the tantrums will stop!