I have been staring at the computer screen for more than half an hour now, trying to think of something interesting to say. But you know what? It’s not coming. It’s just not. So, instead, let’s have some Tuesday Randomness, shall we?
I can’t remember where, but I know I’ve read that a mother is biologically wired to come running when her baby cries. And yet, we’re supposed to let them cry it out when they won’t go to sleep. Can someone tell me how that’s not supposed to feel like torture? Because right now? She’s screaming. My husband’s glaring at me, telling me to let her be. And I feel like the worst mother in the world.
Also, that thing they call Mommy Guilt? Sucks ass. I hope it gets better as she gets older, because right now, every stupid thing rips me to shreds. You could tell me that baby pandas are dying because I buy her baby food instead of making it and I’d believe you (yes, I know that doesn’t make sense. That’s the point).
And why the hell does it cost $18 to sit on Santa’s lap? That just seems wrong. And not at all in the spirit of Christmas. Yet people stand in line for hours to pay for the privilege of making their child scream with terror at the sight of that bearded stranger…and proudly take home a glorified Polaroid to remember the occasion.
There’s a thing called Photoshop, people. Use it and save yourself the twenty bucks and hours of agony.
Baby update? She’s still screaming.
You know what else seems pointless? Making a Christmas list for an eight month old. Her needs are very few. And at this point, she has very little. You could buy her a set of measuring cups and she’ll be happy. In fact, she’ll be ecstatic when she realizes that all that shiny paper is hers to shred.
My brother is threatening to buy her a drum set. Which I’m kinda okay with. But cymbals? Not so much. Although, I suppose I could use the cymbals to drown out the sound of her screams…
Speaking of Christmas lists, I don’t know what to put on mine. A bottle of Jack Daniels, maybe? A liposuction machine? A winning lottery ticket? I’m going to have to get creative.
The baby is no longer screaming, but only because my husband gave in and went upstairs. I think I’ll take advantage of the silence to check out some of the other linkies over at The Un-Mom. I suggest you do the same.