Teething Troubles.
I am so frustrated.
When Erik first started teething, he was maybe 4 months old, it didn't appear to affect him the least. Sure, there was a lot of toys that became chew toys, don't forget the increased salivation aka excessive drool, and favorite teething biscuits. Still, we had a happy baby.
Here we are, 9 months later, and he is completely miserable; thus making me sail in the same boat. Unfortunately our little guy is getting 4 molars ALL AT ONCE. This must be making up for practically zero troubles in round one. Why? Ah! I just want to scream. Erik is only currently, truly, happy when eating (crunchy or hard things), sleeping, or so completely distracted that it is taking every inch of my focus to keep him that distracted.
I feel like such an awful mom that I can literally only mentally take being around my son for an hour, tops, on days like this. Sometimes I feel like the more support I want to ask for the worse I am if I do actually ask for it.
I know I should turn to friends or fellow moms for support and advice. I just can't bring myself to do it right now. I've turned to lurking on SM (my mama social networking site). Seems like everything is going so well for everyone on there that I just can't even relate... perhaps that could have something to do with the fact that I feel like I am loosing half my own heart to some raunchy, polygamist who is too brutally honest for her own good. I swear there is emotional attachment and it just makes me sick to think about.
Work... I'm not even happy there. Not this week anyways. I've been stuck, with Marie, training this brain dead moron. I just can't take much more. I have a break from the moron, aka Mickie (yes, like the mouse) tomorrow, but she'll be there, in full moron swing on Sunday. Lovely, eh?
It's so sad how easily life burns me out. I took a vacation just over a month ago and I am already about to start counting down to my next one. For the record it starts August 2! Believe me, it won't come fast enough.
I can hear the neighbor's grandson having a melt down in her back yard... Man that little brat won't shut the fuck up. My god.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
When Erik first started teething, he was maybe 4 months old, it didn't appear to affect him the least. Sure, there was a lot of toys that became chew toys, don't forget the increased salivation aka excessive drool, and favorite teething biscuits. Still, we had a happy baby.
Here we are, 9 months later, and he is completely miserable; thus making me sail in the same boat. Unfortunately our little guy is getting 4 molars ALL AT ONCE. This must be making up for practically zero troubles in round one. Why? Ah! I just want to scream. Erik is only currently, truly, happy when eating (crunchy or hard things), sleeping, or so completely distracted that it is taking every inch of my focus to keep him that distracted.
I feel like such an awful mom that I can literally only mentally take being around my son for an hour, tops, on days like this. Sometimes I feel like the more support I want to ask for the worse I am if I do actually ask for it.
I know I should turn to friends or fellow moms for support and advice. I just can't bring myself to do it right now. I've turned to lurking on SM (my mama social networking site). Seems like everything is going so well for everyone on there that I just can't even relate... perhaps that could have something to do with the fact that I feel like I am loosing half my own heart to some raunchy, polygamist who is too brutally honest for her own good. I swear there is emotional attachment and it just makes me sick to think about.
Work... I'm not even happy there. Not this week anyways. I've been stuck, with Marie, training this brain dead moron. I just can't take much more. I have a break from the moron, aka Mickie (yes, like the mouse) tomorrow, but she'll be there, in full moron swing on Sunday. Lovely, eh?
It's so sad how easily life burns me out. I took a vacation just over a month ago and I am already about to start counting down to my next one. For the record it starts August 2! Believe me, it won't come fast enough.
I can hear the neighbor's grandson having a melt down in her back yard... Man that little brat won't shut the fuck up. My god.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Labels: depression, fire works, polygamy, SimplyMoms.com, support, teeth, teething, vacation
Don't feel so bad, I'm the same (STILL am) with Max. When they're like that, it's only natural to be able to take them in small doses. You're only human...
Thanks!!! It is so nice to hear that I am not alone on planet mom!
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