So, I wouldn't call myself a temperamental person at
all. But I would refer to myself as
being emotional. Meaning, it's
incredibly easy for me to wear my emotions on my sleeve. If I'm excited and happy, then people are
most definitely going to know. If I'm
bummed out, then people are most definitely going to know. In fact, that's one reason that I like to try
and find humor in a lot of situations.
It's one way to easily diffuse stress and anxiety from my life that I
may otherwise be feeling. It also gives
me an opportunity to hide behind a face so that I'm not required to share
everything that I am feeling with others.
The unfortunate part of being emotional is that it's sometimes really
easy for me take things that others do or say to me as a personal attack. I know, it's silly but that's what I do. The really silly part is when I take the
actions of Ellie seriously and let them get to me. I know you're currently thinking, "But
Jesse, she's a baby. That's just
silly." Oh believe me, I am fully
aware.
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| Hey kid, I said that I was aware... |
Most days with Ellie run pretty smoothly but there are days
when she's just in a funk and if it goes on long enough, then I go ahead and
come down with the same funk. Today was
one of those days. After I fed Ellie
around 10:30, I decided that it was the perfect day to get out of the house and
head to the library to get Ellie some new books. Side note, I literally have no recollection
of Eric Carle from my childhood but I actually enjoy reading his stuff to Ellie
now. Bethany is trying to figure out
exactly how I missed out on him. Ellie
did fantastically on our little journey out even falling asleep in the car on
the way home. The problem is that when
we got back home and I moved her from her car seat to the swing, she decided
that she didn't feel like sleeping anymore.
I even sat over next to her and tried talking her down from being upset. For my trouble, I just got screamed at
louder.
After about thirty minutes of trying to get her to sleep, I
decided to try a diaper change and early feeding. She immediately was overcome with happiness
after her diaper change and even relented to some cuddling and snuggling. I know she enjoyed it because she was
"talking" the entire time.
After about ten minutes of that, the screaming set in again. So it was time to eat. Normally, Ellie eats like a champ from a
bottle but today wasn't one of those days either. She fought the bottle the entire time akin to
how a shark would fight a surfer.
Whipping her head back and forth and roaring in anger whenever the
bottle slipped out. Obviously, my
attempts to try and reason with her regarding why she shouldn't do that were
met with stark indifference. Finally, we
struggled through the feeding and following a burp, I was greeted with a big
yawn. Returning Ellie to her swing, I
was met with more screaming and refusal to even take a pacifier.
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| Bruce finds this all funny... |
At this point, just worn out with the whole process, I
retreated upstairs to scream into a pillow to blow off steam. For fear that I was going to get angry at
Ellie, I just decided to let her cry herself to sleep. It only took about five minutes so it's not
like it went on for long. I don't write
this as a "poor me" story or to get sympathy. I only do so to vent a little bit and
let people know that being a stay-at-home dad isn't always the most enjoyable
job in the world. #TimeToGetReal #DaddyWrite
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