I don't know if it's the dreaded Terrible Twos... or this stupid head-cold Avie has, but I'm seriously struggling today.
I'm pretty sure that she has been in a decent mood for a total of an hour today, which has been continuously interrupted by sudden outbursts, tantrums and tears that come from NOWHERE.
I don't know what to do with her. I pick her up and she rips at my hair, I put her down and she pulls at my clothes while crying to be picked up. It's time to eat and she wants to play. It's time for CPT and she wants to eat.
She actually got so hysterical this morning that when she finally calmed down, her exhaustion was so great that she wanted to go to sleep!
What was the tantrum about? Changing her diaper.
Not only is she nearly impossible to please with the activities of the day, but she has been a severe food critic. There is not a thing I have put in front of her that she has been interested in eating. Now, this isn't the first time that she has crossed over to the picky side, but I am not prepared for it today.
Our refrigerator is bare, her usual favorites just aren't anymore, and my patience is fading. I even tried giving her a microwave hot dog. Don't judge. She didn't like it (thankfully, I guess) and so I settled- or I should say SHE settled- on a fruit and veggie packet and some crackers.
She also completely skipped lunch! Having only two bites then falling asleep. That's enough to make this CF Mommy's head explode!
Then I put her in front of the TV!
Yep. I did it.
It was the ONLY way I was able to wash dishes and clean up a bit. I'm not proud of it- but it happened.
Now, right now, as I finish up this post... she is waking from a nap. And I'm frightened. Haha! Janet Lansbury would be so disappointed in me!
I have no idea what to do with her. I don't know what to feed her, I don't know what's going to piss her off and I don't know what's going to make her happy.
I just have to remember to breathe.
And pray.
Then pretend- er, I mean remember that she isn't the boss of me. Wish me luck.