Passive Aggressive Rant

I ususally think I'm pretty positive and chipper on this blog, but I've had a rough week and need to let loose.

Here we go.

GROWTH SPURTS ARE THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE
Seriously, people. WTF? Everything is going along smoothly. We get feedings and moods all figured out. We're practically sleeping through the night. And then WHAM. One day, it just all goes out the window. And for what? DH and I have been at our wits' ends the last few days - I know it's going to end but in the meantime... The only thing that keeps me holding o is the fat that he is perfectly reasonable between his bouts of ravenous hunger and the fact that he doesn't want to sleep at night. He's lucky he's cute.

PEOPLE SUCK. COWARDS SUCK MORE.
Long story short. Someone posted a few malicious comments on my friend's blog. That person may or may not have tried to get someone else to take the heat by signing a specific name. Grow the eff up. I despise when people can't be adult enough to simply address their issues and have to resort to childish, stupid (and let's face it, not super creative) name-calling. But karma's a bitch, and I have no doubt that the culprit will get hers. In the meantime, culprit, you're pretty darn pathetic.

QUITYERBITCHIN' ALREADY.
So I have a baby. He can be trying. There are days when I want to hide under my bed and sob myself to sleep. However, that's the joy of having a baby - they can drive you to the brink of insanity. The thing is, they can then look at you and give one of their little smiles, and pull you right back. Even above, I complained about Turtle's growth spurt, but then spun the positive - you know that he's cute and I love him anyway. But there's this blog. I'm not going to post it here because it's a trackable blog. The author of this blog has a son the same age as Turtle. And every post, from her birth story to now, is basically run-on sentences of misery. About how baby screams. And she doesn't sleep. And her husband's breathing is just loud enough to wake the baby. Who screams. And she can't go to Starbucks. Because the car seat makes the baby scream. And then he had shots. And SHE screamed. Which made him scream. And she hates breastfeeding, and dreads it. But she has to do it, even if he screams. At first, I felt bad for her (and did my prayer of there but for the grace of god go I). Then it hit me: this girl has not one nice thing to say about her son. There's not one hurrah for a milestone, not one update on what he does during the day. NOTHING. It pisses me off. She talks about having more kids. Really? REALLY??? You can barely seem to stand the one you have. You're not in the least bit enamored with your shrieking bundle of joy. Why, in the name of Zeus' butthole, would you even CONCEIVE of having more?

(DISCLAIMER: Yes, all babies are different. Yes, I do know the mind-numbing agony of a baby who howls and howls for no reason and the only way to calm him is by doing the hokey pokey at triple speed on one foot for hours on end. But I still adore my son and happily ooh and aah over his daily accomplishments. Sure, I vent about his unreasonable days, but the very next day I come back and balance it with something wonderful. It's not post after post after post of soul-sucking misery).

So that's about it. On the positive side, my friend is moving up here with her DH and DD for a few months! I will see her next week!!! Yay!!!

I'll have lots more pictures this weekend.