One of Those Days

Today was just one of those days where I feel like I'm totally failing.

Aria and I went to the gym this morning so I could get a workout in. I took her into the gym childcare room and the moment I handed her over, she had a total melt down. The woman I handed her to was trying so hard to comfort her. The other woman, who was sitting slouched in her chair, with an extremely unwelcoming scowl on her face (totally appropriate for working with children), who I have never met before in my life, says "She cries too much."

It doesn't really matter to me what she thinks, but as someone who works with other humans, parents and children for that matter, I understand certain things that I shouldn't say out loud. Especially to a stressed mother, who's child is clearly upset about something.

I felt so bad for Aria because I had no idea why she was so upset (it was probably that woman), and I didn't feel comfortable leaving her. So we got our things and headed out to run our errands instead.

Aria seemed happy the rest of the morning, so I still had no idea what that was about.

Around 2pm she crawled for the very first time!

We had a little celebration and she spent the rest of the day crawling from dog toy to dog toy, trying to get them into her mouth. When she wasn't doing that, she was lifting up the rug, and picking off pieces of the rug pad, to put them in her mouth. Let's be honest here…she got a few in there. I did fish them out though.

I gave her a handful of cheerios to eat rather than the rug foam and Saint Aria decided to feed her people instead. She threw some to her left for Harper and some to her right for Boston and continued picking off pieces of the rug pad.

Once the time came for her last nap, I put her down and she slept for a whole 10 minutes. I had just enough time to think about eating, and instead make coffee.

Because her nap was too short to actually be considered a nap, she was pretty cranky the rest of the evening. I took her upstairs to play on the bed with me, because that usually cheers her up.

She spent the next 20 minutes trying to launch her little body off the sides. It's a good thing I have fast reflexes.

It was then 5pm and I had gotten literally nothing done. I figured I should at least stuff some diapers.

A few minutes later, Aria had gotten really quiet behind me. I look back and she is licking a diaper.

At least it was clean.

Lick away girlfriend.

It's 6:00pm and the house is a disaster area (did I forget to mention we are having family over tomorrow for a BBQ?). I didn't get to run to Target to get shampoo because my baby was eating foam off the floor and licking diapers. I haven't showered yet. I'm still in my gym clothes (I guess I should be realistic and let go of that dream for today). My small dog is humping my big dogs face. And my cat has just puked on my purse.

Bath time is cute and fun as usual. Aria is a little ham in the bath. Afterwards she eats her bottle and we snuggle until she falls asleep.
I leave her and go into the bathroom to empty the tub. I look at the monitor and she's up. I go back in to comfort her. She has started screeching at the top of her lungs. It was actually scary. I haven't heard her that upset in a long time! I comfort, comfort, comfort. She falls back asleep. I go back into the bathroom. Then I hear her screaming as if she is being murdered.

I go back in to comfort. She's almost asleep…The dogs start barking. I yell down to the dogs because I'm so frustrated. She starts a combo of scream screeching because I have scared her. It then dawns on me that she's never heard me that loud before and I probably just scared the shit out of her.

Mom of the year.

After that it took about 30 minutes to snuggle away her sobbing. She's finally asleep.

I'm exhausted and I feel like shit.

The house is a mess and I'd rather die than clean it.

At least tomorrow is another day.