Some days, I feel like I need to go stick my head in the creek. Just for a little while, just so it's quiet. Just so the crying is drowned out for a little while.
I'd offer up a backstory here, explaining why I feel this way, but I really don't think I need to do so. Jack is a baby, babies are notorious for crying. It's a part of their development, I know this, I just....aggggghhhh.
I think my feelings are amplified today because of the three feet of snow on my front porch that prohibits us from going ANYWHERE. I think possibly Jack is feeling cooped up and restless as well. He won't nap, he won't nurse, he won't play. But he will cry.
I feel so bad for him - nothing I do seems to make it better today. I feel like such a bad mother, because I'm hiding out on the computer while Matt takes his turn trying to console the baby.
Is this guilt just a normal part of motherhood?