Okay its time to vent. My blog might seem all sunshine and rainbows but my day to day struggles often times go unpublished. And now my perfect storm of grumpiness has fallen upon me and I’m documenting it. It all started with a diaper rash….
So Georgiana has this diaper rash that just wasn’t going away. At first it was like any other rash that didn’t seem to bother her too much. We put on all the creams and prescription stuff we had but it didn’t seem to get any better. And then it got so bad that she was in a ton of pain and basically just screamed and clawed at my face for two days straight. I took her into the doctor and it was determined she has strep. (For those of you who don’t know (I didn’t) you can get strep in your bottom.) So the last couple days she’s literally be writhing in pain and climbing all over me crying and screaming. And when we have to put on her medicine its like the world has ended. Okay, so that would be tough on any Mom, right? We’ll add to that your heaviest day of your period. (Sorry male readers). I have the worst periods and have even blacked out and hit my head once when it was really awful. So I’m in a daze all day from my period and from the baby and have to go to the store to get her prescription. When I get home I realize I have blood stains on my pants even though I was using a heavy flow tampon and wearing a pad. I don’t think anyone saw them but still. Then I stepped on a piece of glass….
My husband keeps on giving me pieces of advice that make me feel a rush of rage. I know its just my PMSing thats making me crazy but does he think think its really necessary to lecture me on draining the bath tub right away after I’ve been giving our screaming baby a bath and dealing with her madness all day!!!?? Or why is necessary for him to mention that our car might be on the brink of breaking down right in this moment of time? I gently told him very calmly to please stop giving me advice and to make an effort to not mention things unless absolutely necessary. I think my brain is broken…I think he thinks so too…
Have you ever had a day where literally every human interaction bothers you? Perfectly nice people who are well meaning are driving me crazy. I love my husband with all my heart and he is so extremely patient with me. And yet I can’t seem to be nice no matter how hard I try. Its like I’m trying to catching him saying something I don’t like so I can pounce on it. He’s a saint to deal with me right now.
I’ve always said when I’m on my period I feel like I’m possessed. This time I might actually be true. The end.