I can't take it anymore. The sounds coming from my baby girl. She cries, she whines, she fusses. She is uncomfortable, she is tired, she is hungry, she is teething. Four teeth broke the surface this week and that is not the end of it. She isn't sleeping, she isn't playing, she isn't nursing. She wants to be held, but then wriggles out of my arms. She chews on some toys and then cries. She cries because I am not in physical contact with her.
I am tired of looking at the kitchen like this. I am tired of not having the energy to clean it right after dinner so that I wake up and it looks like this. I know it's my own fault, I know I'm the one not cleaning it, I'm the one leaving the jar of peanut butter on the counter. I'm the one leaving half a banana sit from breakfast.
But the crying, oh, the crying. The whining from the teeth. I can't think straight. I can't focus long enough to remember what I was doing. I can't concentrate on clearing off a counter. And thank goodness I don't have to cook dinner tonight, I can't comprehend what it entails to put together a meal.
My house has a constant, shrill, painful sound. It is draining me.