I tell you what. I'm about to lose it. Sophia and Julianne are in the dog house. Between the two of them there is constantly someone screaming in my ear all day long. By the end of the night, I'm ready to call the adoption agency. I'm tired of guessing what's wrong with them. Julianne has been keeping me up all night and she's not nursing very well during the day. I know she's hungry, but I give her plenty of opportunities to get her caloric intake during the day. It seems like she cries no matter what I do, so why do anything? I wish I could just force feed her the cereal and formula, but no, she screams about those too. You are probably thinking something's wrong with her, but I think it's a big dose of attitude.
Sophia justs makes me crazy. She needs so much attention and supervision. I think she gets hurt every 10 seconds. Fights with Gabriela every 5. Wants to tell me, actually scream at me, every 2. You get the idea. I wish she was like a car. You know when the check engine light comes on, you take it too the dealership, they hook it up to a machine, and it tells you what the problem is. Why can't Sophia come with an interpreter? I don't know if her bad attitude is because she's tired or is she teething? I DON'T KNOW.
Tonight, I put Julianne in the bouncer and was trying to feed her cereal while she's screaming and moving her head the whole time. I finally put the bowl down, sat there with my head in my hands and listened to her scream as loud as she could. I just wanted to lay my head down and cry. Her screams make me nausiated. What really ticked me off was when I picked her up, she shut up immediately. Do all Mom's want to cry? I bet they do.
Oh and to top it all off. We've had the cold going around our house for the past week. For 4 days, I felt like I was dying and there is no one to help me. Miguel has to work and so I loath him all day while I have to tend to my tormentors. When he's sick it seems like he just goes and lays down; takes the day off. Me, oh no, I have to keep on plowing. No family to help, no one to help with the house, just me. Luckily I'm feeling better physically, emotionally I'm not so sure. It must be the lack of sleep and alone time. Like I said before, I'm pretty close to admitting myself to the mental hospital.
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Hey - we sould share a room at the mental hospital - I'll see you there!
oh Lindsay! Reading this makes me want to just come hug you right now. It is therapeutic to vent about our frustrations, it really is, so I'm glad you are. I will come help you! I only have one little one for now so we she is pretty easy to tote along. Don't feel alone. You are not. And for heavens sake girl I am right down the street you tell me if you get another cold! you are too cute this post made me want to laugh and cry at the same time!
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