It's One of Those Weeks!

So this week, and it is only Wednesday, has been turning out to be one of those awful, push-you-to-the-limit kind of weeks. I haven't had one this bad since before Caylen turned one. I guess I am blessed that they have decreased in frequency since her 1st birthday, but it never makes it any easier. It is one of those weeks you feel ashamed to call your self a mother because aren't mothers supposed to embrace patience and kindness?? Well, not this week-- my patience has been running out by 9 AM! Caylen is constantly crying, fussing, pulling on my leg, wanting me to lift her up, put her down, lift her up, etc. The best word I can think of to use for her is intolerable. I know it sounds awful, but it really is the truth. She isn't the most easygoing baby in the world, not even close, but probably closer to one of the most ill-tempered children I have met. She probably gets that from me, sadly. I am not ill-tempered most of the time, but when something makes me snap, it is hard for me to cool down. She brings that out in me a lot, unfortunately, but I think it may just be a test for me to learn how to control my own temper. I hope....
If not, then it is probably that untimely, huge molar sprouting from the back of her mouth. The kid didn't have a tooth in her head until she was 11 months, but now 6 months later she has 6 front teeth and a molar. Jeez! I know teething must be terrible and painful and all, but she has had a total personality change while sprouting a few of her teeth!
I can remember the last time she has had an awful terrible week like this... It was soon after we moved back to Dahlonega from Texas. She was 10 months old, and refused to take any naps. At all! I thought I was going to lose my mind. Here she was, previously taking at least 2 naps a day, on a regular schedule, and then she went to not wanting to sleep at all, unless she was attached to my boob. Thank goodness those days are over... I loved nursing but MAN she was a total boob addict. I had to do a cold turkey detox at 12 months on her to just keep her from ripping my shirt off every 2 hours. Just kidding, kinda... But anyway, I guess what I am trying to get to is that she goes through these stages, and they don't last forever. The last one lasted for 2 months, but I'll be durned if this one goes on for that long....!

I totally don't want to sound like a complainer, I am really not one I promise, but isn't that what a blog is for? Well, kinda I guess. I really do love Caylen of course, no question, but I think that moms in general come to face times with their children where they just want to go hide in a quiet, dark hole for a few days and come back. I guess that is just the feeling for this week, and I know I am posting it on the internet and that could potentially cause a lot of people to think I am a whiner, or a bad mother, but typing is so much easier than writing in a journal! I do however feel that other moms out there could identify with this, and perhaps it will make them feel better to know that they are not the only ones who are human. :)