You guys – this was … not a good weekend. In fact, I think this may have been one of the worst parenting weekends I’ve had in quite some time. Charlotte is just not herself. Charlotte is demonic. The tantrums, the screaming, the demands, the general negativity oozing from her. I know she’s still a little under the weather and perhaps getting her two year molars, but things are bad. She is embarrassing and difficult and has caused me to cry on Palm Sunday and lose my mind a little more every minute and it is just so damn hard.
Friday she was halfway decent. She’s back to not sitting in a stroller so after the debacle with the Easter Bunny (there are no photos for a reason) she alternated between walking around the mall, demanding to be carried by me or trying to play on an escalator.
Saturday she woke up at 5 AM in the worst mood in the history of the world and decided to scream so loud for so long she woke everyone up, including my grandparents downstairs. That mood continued throughout the day. She refused to eat a thing, screamed the entire way home in bumper to bumper traffic to the point where I was seriously wondering if I could kick her out of the car, and then continued the screaming at home. She finally ate some soup but then flipped her shit because her Belle doll couldn’t consume it. Eric took her to the park because I guess he saw on my face that I was this close to having a mental breakdown and it was probably best to remove her. We both went to bed at like 9 PM because we have no lives now at all.
Yesterday she woke up at 4 AM, because why wake up at 5 when you can wake up at 4? She screamed and screamed for no reason at all other than the fact that she has a voice. Eric went to softball and I was stuck with her ass. She REFUSED to let me put a shirt on her. I took 47 different shirts out and not a single one of them was to her liking and all she would wear was a green windbreaker jacket that was accidentally left at my house by my friend. Then she fell asleep on the way to Palm Sunday dinner but only slept for about 37 minutes because of course she did. She didn’t eat any food again, screamed at every family member and was just not nice or pleasant at all. Then she had the biggest shit fit when she wanted a bottle so my dad made her a bottle but GOD FORBID anyone make her a bottle except for me so then she had a complete fucking stroke, threw the bottle across the room and THIS is when I started crying because I just couldn’t take it anymore. My cousin mercifully saw my emotional overload and took Char away from me, kicking and screaming and being horribly embarrassing because this is how everyone thinks she is now, while I cried some more and questioned all my life choices.
She also woke up at 1:53 this morning and screamed for almost a half an hour because I guess it’s time to see just how quickly we can break mommy’s spirit on another day.
I’m done. Throwing in the white flag. I am defeated.