I’m wildly thankful for my group of stay-at-home-mom friends for a multitude of reasons. They’re women who I can confide in, they feed Jack their boys’ snacks when I forget to pack some, and they just get it in a way that the majority of the other people in my inner circle cannot.
Also, they give damn good parenting advice.
The current teething situation is shit. Like any baby/toddler, he’s miserable. But unlike several of my friends’ kids, he’s late to the teething game, so I’m not a professional when it comes to this ordeal.
I wish I posted pictures of Jack on the internet so you could see what I mean. I’ve taken a handful of pictures these past two days of him just screaming. Why? So I can send them to my husband and garner sympathy. He’s screaming when I hold him, screaming when I put him down, screaming all the time. If you’re not currently going through this situation, I know it seems petty. In all honesty, I know it’ll pass in a few days, but CURRENTLY, I feel like this is punishment for something I did in a former life.
So I sent a few pictures of my #livingthedream day to my girlfriends with some sort of message involving me asking them to validate day drinking.
One friend suggested “assisted sleep” in the form of Benadryl (which I didn’t have on hand – rookie mistake) and the other friend said “Have you considered putting him in his crib for 15 minutes and just walking away?”
Oh, the simplicity!
After attempting to force feed my teething/hunger striking toddler to no avail, I marched upstairs, put him in his crib, and SAT ON THE COUCH.
I didn’t do the dishes, I didn’t clean up his playroom, I didn’t start the next load of laundry, and I sure as hell didn’t start prepping dinner (all things that I easily could have done.) But instead, I sat on the couch and took a goddamn breather.
Surprisingly, the Disney Pandora station does a phenomenal job at tuning out baby screams. I read an article about default parenting and kept my eye on the clock.
At minute 14, I paused The Little Mermaid and listened.
I looked on the monitor and actually held my breath.
He had fallen asleep. And while it only lasted 15 minutes (so, a grand total of 30 minutes by myself!) it made a world of difference.
The moral of the story is this: parenting is hard work, and the only way I’ve found to make it a little easier is by asking for help and taking good advice when you get it.