Every nap time, every night, during the night, mini melt-downs during the day, every time I try to cut a vegetable or wash a plate. Jeez Louise.
What am I doing wrong????? Or worse, is she sick? I'm not seeing any real symptoms of anything. Does constantly pulling your toes count as a symptom?
Nap time and bed time, which used to be so sweet, have turned into a struggle that leaves both of us in tears. I know she is tired. The yawns, eye-rubbing and I'm-not-hungry-but-i want-boobs are not classic ''Let's PLAY!'' signals.
I decided to have the bedroom fitted with black-out blinds. And I think I'm going to stop the nap-time and bed-time stories which just seem to excite rather than calm. We read a million times a day anyway. Maybe bath-time should be in the morning too. Today I played this just before nap time and it seemed to help, a bit. Crying was a few short squawks rather than 45 minutes of banshee. I never thought I would say this, but 'Thanks, Brahm and Kenny G'. It made me cry too. What can I say, I'm a bit topped up on stress, and crying comes easy.
So is music what I need to soothe this restless
beast angel? Lawd how I wish she could talk and tell me exactly where my idiocy lies. Although, maybe not. I probably have many many years of that ahead of me.
Reading through some other parenting blogs today I realized that at no point in time over the next rest of my life will I be worry free. There will always be SOMETHING to throw me off balance. Not like I was particularly balanced to begin with. As a Libran, balance is something I seem to be eternally seeking. Note that I said seeking, and not finding. I thought scales represented balance. Although, now that I think of it, they are usually drawn kinda off-kilter, right? Sigh. Great. Firetrucking great.
Ok, nuff ranting 'bout nothing important.
Center, breathe deeply, relax. Ommmm.