Maybe it’s because I’m slowly realizing all babies are the spawn of satan, maybe it’s because I feel like my potential is being wasted on caring for a lump of fat (yes, I realize that is harsh but he knows how I feel about his weight gain). Whatever the real reason behind (which I’m positive we both know) I’m tired of this gig.
I can’t take the screaming anymore, the being pushed away (even though he supposedly “loves me” …yeah lady gimme some proof on that one), the insanely full diapers of poop, getting peed on..do I really need to continue?
It’s surprisingly a lot to deal with. Especially the crying, there are only so many squats I can do per nap scream.
So I’ve started looking for a new job, shh it’s on the down low. I think the baby knows though, he keeps giving me this sad puppy dog eyes…which makes me want to stay for about a minute. Then he has a major blow out (picture the exorcist vomiting scene…but from a different end) and it makes me realize I’m not ready to be wiping buts right now.
No matter what, it’s a dilemma. I love this little guy, but this is just not what I’m supposed to be doing now.