I Think I'm Crazy
Wow. For the rest of my kid's childhood and whenever I think I am crazy, like yesterday, I can just think, well, it's not so bad, I could be an astronaut wearing diapers driving cross country to kill (hurt? scare?) a woman who likes the man I like (even though of course I am married with child).
I guess I knew what would happen if Poops missed an afternoon nap. I even told my best friend yesterday. Oh, if he's up from now until bedtime? That's just crazy talk! I'm sure he'll fall asleep. 3 hours and 1 screaming baby later, it never happened. Without sleep, I can't even recognize this baby. He's not happy sitting. Crawling. Playing. Too tired to fall asleep. There is screaming and wailing and rubbing eyes but no sleeping. Put him down? Screaming harder. Pick him up. Put him down. Screaming. Pick him up. Finally falls asleep. It's 4:30pm. Ahhhh. I did it.
Husband calls at 4:31 when getting off work and I hear my phone. I'm looking around. That's funny, it sounds like the ring is coming through the monitor. (realize here that I left my phone in the baby's room). Sh*t!!! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Of course, the slow scream begins as baby gets scared, then wailing occurs and madness ensues. Conversation with husband goes like this:
Husband: I'm off, I'm going to go across the street and have a beer.
Me: Uh huh. (all I can hear is wailing)
Husband: So remember (so-and-so name here?) You met him at the Christmas party? Well... (yada yada starts telling story but all I can hear is wailing).
Me: (nerves frayed) I can't talk right now see you later! (click.)
Phone rings several times, but cannot answer due to comforting scared non-sleeping baby. I finally answer.
Husband: I'm on my way home.
Love this man.
He comes home, and crying fussy baby lasts the duration of the evening until 8, bedtime, when he becomes joyously happy and bouncing. (???????!!!!!!!!). He very rarely has days like this. Actually, he never does. He's predictable. As long as he's fed and napped and dry, he's very happy. But when he does, I am a frayed bag of nerves and my patience wears thin and I feel like crying and I feel like the worst mother in the world. And I pray for more patience. But I swear it doesn't come soon enough. Ever have these days? (I'm sure you have.) Where do you get more patience?
5 comments:
I didn't know astronauts wear diapers (nappies). How weird!
you guilted your poor man into coming home. The shock, the horror
You made me chuckle. "An astronaut wearing diapers driving cross country to kill." What imagery.
I remember those days as if they were yesterday, even though my "baby" is 25 years old now! It was my ex-husband who had the knack of being able to calm them down.
That's so sweet that your hubby came home :)
Yes, this to has happened to me on a couple of occassions where I left the phone in his room. Fortunately, the second time i did it the ringer was off and he didn't wake up. Then, another time I left his toy phone in the carseat with him while he was sleeping. When he shifted, the darn thing started going off and he woke up..crying of course. Yes I've had those days and can relate.
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