
This was me today and yes that is spit up on my shoulder. This week and this afternoon especially was one of those weeks/days. I am trying to stay positive but secretly I have wanted to lock myself in a padded cell at least once a day. It doesn't help that Linds is gone right now and have also wished we live in the same town as our parents about 100 hundred times these past few days. Let's be honest this is how I would look if you came across me right now.....

I am not angry but beat. Let's go thru a quick run through of some of todays events, shall we?
-Got up early with Erik, nothing unusual
-Had a couple of girls from the ward dropped off because they needed to be watched, still going good
-After lunch we go to drop the girls off at somebody else's house. I was going to just drop them off and take Erik back home to nap but the homeowner's love Erik and offered to have him nap there and I could just hang out.
-Sure I say (stupid) why not, I miss adult conversations this week and a change of scenery is always nice (I tend to isolate when Lindsay is gone)
-Erik sleeps for maybe 20 minutes and starts screaming for the millionth time this week
-Has anyone seen a closet I lock myself into?
-Get a call from a center I had contacted earlier to try to get Erik evaluated for his motor skills under doctors referral, the lady treats me like I am stupid, like I don't know anything about his adoption logistics*
-Anyone have a mallot to knock some sense into this woman?
-The pair of capris I have on have started wearing a hole in the knees...no!
-Go home put him down again, sleeps 45 minutes and wakes up screaming
-try everything to calm him....takes me forever
-He won't go back down
-Is there a padded cell anywhere?
-feed him bottle and then some cereal,
-screams intermittenly during feeding
-watch part of a baby einstein video before the whining begins again
-time for bedtime (early tonight)
Me.....................utterly wiped out. I miss my little smiley man, the one who giggles and laughs at me. The one who will cuddle me or watch in awe as I read to him and sing. He is now arching his back when he gets into a screaming fit and it breaks my heart.
Hhhmmphf, tomorrow is a new day. I can only hope for the best. For now I am going to relish these quiet moments and read more than a paragraph from my book. Wish me luck!
*You may wonder what his adoption has to do with this evaluation. Since his last name is different than ours until finalization they ask my relation. I tell them and she thought we were involved with DSHS, I say no it's a private agency adoption and the nonsense continued from there. Basically she still doesnt believe me and treated me like I was stupid. Also she asked what his ethnicity is, what does that have to do with anything? Like I said Grinning with teethed clenched and bearing it