You have single-handedly turned two very professional, grounded adults into sleep-deprived, angsty parents. We've tried to be nice. There's been the Mylicon, the gripe water, the tummy massages, the bouncy walk, the bouncy glide, the bouncy slide and about at least five bouncy chairs. There's the shushing, the swaddling and the singing (off-key). There's the nighttime rituals, the lavendar wash, the lavendar lotion and the stupid George Strait country music set to lullaby.
We even considered having our child blessed and/or baptized when we drove by a church today and our eardrums were ringing while she screeched your demon gospel.
Mommy and daddy are fucking frazzled.
Move the hell on, find another family.
Or I'm calling a priest.
Signed,
Red-eyed mom
Yeah. Been there.
ReplyDeleteThe good thing is, it does eventually move on. Not soon enough. But eventually.
it's a good thing they are so cute and cuddly, right?