I am writing this because it seems like a healthier behavior than sitting here and letting my brain come up with new ways to worry I’m not good enough. It’s quite good at that, mind you.
The baby has been screaming today. Feels like all day. It wasn’t all day, not quite, since she was pretty happy on our walk this morning and for most of our trip to the thrift store. But she screamed off and on and in between and generally she has been either watching TV or screaming. It’s teething, and it will pass, but it’s not very fun. I’ve tried tylenol and a cold teething ring and even rubbing some rum on her gums, which used to work really well, but apparently it just hurts too much. Hopefully the rum will help her sleep.
(I refuse to apologize for the rum. It was recommended by both her grandfathers, and they are both physicians. And it’s only a few drops.)
(I have not had any rum myself. I won’t deny it’s tempting.)
At the thrift store we picked up two of those silicone ice cube trays, one with hearts and one with stars. I’ve been wanting a couple of those, since I hear they’re good for molding soaps and crayons and chocolate and lots of other things besides ice. Not that shaped ice isn’t pretty nifty, but we generally don’t use much ice.
I also picked up a couple very beat up children’s books which I am making over into art journals, I think.
But mostly I am hanging on to my sanity and helping the screaming as best I can. And playing with my new Android. That’s exciting.