The other day I hit a point where I was so frustrated that I snapped. I can’t believe I did the thing that I did but I did it and there is no turning back.
I yelled at the Chipmunk. He was so fussy I didn’t know what was going on. Nothing would consol him. I tried feeding him, changing his diaper, giving him gas drops thinking he had an upset stomach. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I was so upset and frustrated that I stood him up on my lap and yelled “WHAT DO YOU WANT?” I totally regret it. I can’t believe that I was so upset that it came to that point. I didn’t know what was wrong, I had done everything I thought would work, to no avail. I tried putting him to sleep he wouldn’t even do that. All I wanted was some me time. Some time to just wind down, gather my thoughts, listen and get lots in some music. Is that all to much to ask? I guess when your dealing with a 3 month old it is. I know that right now I’m probably sounding bitter, very bitter, but I’m not. It was one night where I had been up all day and I was exhausted.
What made it even more hilarious (if you can find this funny) is that after yelling at the poor chipmunk he smiled and made it all better. I couldn’t stay mad at him. I love the guy way to much to be mad at him. Just like my wife I can’t stay mad at her for more then 5 minutes. But as soon as my wife had come home from her “Spanish Class” she took him from me and he went right to sleep. What is it that she has that I don’t that can put him right to sleep? Oh thats right boobs! My mom gave me the trick of putting a towel on my chest to imitate “boobs” and that might put the chipmunk to sleep… I should try that sometime!
How do other dad’s deal with it when your the only one taking care of your inconsolable baby?