I have a confession to make.
It's tearing me up inside and making me question who I am, how I was raised and whether I deserve to be locked up forever.
Ready? Here goes:
I'm at the Beach. And I want to go HOME.
Now.... I thought I would feel better but I don't.
I still just want to go home. It's not the Beach, it's not the sun, the breeze, the sand or the gorgeous weather we've been having. It's not the not-working, the sleeping whenever I want or the quality time with my sister and niece.
It might be that I miss my favorite boy A LOT. Actually, that's definitely a lot of it.
But I think it might mostly be the baby. Yikes, I know. I'm sorry baby!! But you cry ALL the TIME! I told my sister that 90% of the time, you are fussy and/or crying. She said that's not true, you sleep for about 8 hours a night.
So let me amend that: 90% of the time you are AWAKE, you are fussy and/or crying. And you are like an alarm system that I am terrified to trip... you go off for no reason and are LOUD.
I'm sorry that I'm complaining about a baby... but I don't have any children and I haven't been around a baby this small in a very long time. And the 3 smiles I get when she is awake and not fussy just don't make up for the other 90%.
God help me if I ever have children (which I fully intend to do at some point in my life... so God help me. In general.)
I'm going to be alone with her for 3 hours this afternoon, so I'm going to see if we can't find some common ground.
To quote my favorite boy in the world:
Why are you letting a baby pick on you? (at the time I was complaining about how my 11 yr old niece was picking on me... and the question is a valid one.)
Confession time is over. Time to begin Operation Bond With Baby.
Over and out.