Oh peeps
I've been wanting to blog, but my energy has been at about -26. These girls. My god. Belly has continued the screaming every single nap time for the last week and a half. I can't separate them because a) I don't have a safe place to do that and b) they freak even more if they're not by each other (at least I'm pretty positive that would be the case). Buggy cries for a couple minutes and then plays quietly, but Belly goes for eleven on the volume every single day. Today it was a solid 45 minutes of screaming. I have no other ideas, which means no other options, so it is just continuing.
And can we talk about the "No! MINE!" for a minute? And the pushing? And the hitting? And the hair pulling?
I'm so at the end of my rope, I'm thinking about building a tree fort in the back yard so I can have a place all to myself. I will pull up the rope ladder and listen to music and pretend I'm 22 with not a care in the world. Or I might run away and sit by some hotel pool for a week wearing large sunglasses, sipping vodka drinks, and telling anyone who asks, "Je regret. Je parle le francais seulement." Or I might... I don't know. Something has to give.
Sorry this isn't a funny, fun glimpse into life at Chez BellyBuggy, but this is reality. I'm aching for fantasy. Positively aching at the moment.
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Hugs to you, friend.
Ohhh, so sorry to hear it. I like the speaking-only-French plan. And to bear it all while Dude is at Sundance.... where's the justice?
Hope things get better soon.
Sending you support from the trenches. I have been walking around for the past week bearing long red scratch marks on my neck, inflicted by my 3-yr-old when I dared to try to dress her for preschool. Physically I am present, but my brain is cowering away in its happy place...
See how much easier your life would be if you just didn't care to mold them into productive members of society?
Hang in there!
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