I usually try to write posts that are more on the cheerful, optimistic kind of side because I know that I could easily just sit here day after day and complain about anything and everything. But unfortunately this is not a post like that. It is a venting post. Please excuse it. It's been a bit of a trying week.
My kids are driving me nuts! And right now it's mostly Leigh, dear that she is. She has been sick the last few days with a fever, so I've given grace to her crankiness because I get cranky when I'm sick too. But today, she threw the biggest fit I have ever seen her have.
She was inconsolable. Seriously, nothing was making her happy. Not food, not her monkey (blanket), not even a tv show. She was hyperventilating a bit and just keep screaming and crying. We began to worry that she had something wrong with her, like a sickness or who knows what.
I finally got her bundled to take to emerg and Mark took her outside to put in the car. I came out shortly after and she was playing on our little ship/slide in the yard. Not crying. Hmmmmm, that's suspicious. Maybe she isn't sick.
She was fine outside until I told her she couldn't ride her bike on the road. That started the fit again. So I figured that it was just an attitude thing, and she was not ill. At least that worry is gone. But how am I supposed to deal with the rest of it?
We got the painting easel set up for the girls, and Abby happily started painting a cow, of course. Everytime she paints, she says she's painting a cow.
Leigh started to get ready but then started freaking out again. But after she saw Abby painting for awhile she quietly got on her painting smock and wanted some paint. And she was fine again.
She didn't throw another fit until right now when I put her to bed. I am currently listening to her cry at her bedroom door. Today is the first day in her "big girl bed." It is just her crib, lowered and with the railing taken off. But apparently it is not acceptable. Or maybe it's just the whole bed time that is not acceptable.
Some days I feel like God is gracious and gives me lots of strength to make it, and other days I feel so stretched that I don't think I will make it through the next ten minutes without doing something I regret.