okay, maybe a little strong.
but seriously, what kind of a god gives me a three-day hangover, followed by a flu? and what god would also make all four of zoë’s first molars come in at the exact same time, with a flu? and seriously, why would this god give her a combo of tantrum over being strapped in the stroller and being cold (but refusing to wear mittens or a hat), whilst being starving hungry AND experiencing teething pain – while we’re downtown and have no resort but to walk home due to bus over-stuffage?
she wailed so loud, so high, for so long, and the looks we got – i almost started to think myself that i might be beating her. i was almost on the verge of tears cuz she was in pain, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t quiet down and people were just staring and glaring and whispering it seemed. i wanted to be anywhere but there but held it together and tried walking with her, rocking her, sitting down with her and rubbing her back, walking as fast home as i could with her in the stroller, mcdonalds, a toy, distracting pictures window displays and christmas lights, singing the ABCs at the top of my lungs, repeating soothing mantras. nothing worked.
finally, we get home and i just want to collapse into a puddle of sick. but instead i wrestle her to take some advil and continue doing all of the above things (minus the stroller ones, obv) but also add in a santa movie and raisins. and eventually she got over it. after a total of almost two hours of screeching.
my head. oh my head. i can’t even imagine what she must have been feeling. but i sent her off to bed with two kittys, a new book and a tummy full of cold fries, raisins, frozen bagel and very weak chamomile tea. hopefully, this will be an all-nighter.
now, i’m going to lie down with my own tea (not chamomile, i hate that shit) and the new bourne movie and pass out until she wakes me up, after taking my own damn advil.
