I am currently, quite literally, in the dark. Sitting in a dark bedroom while the muffled voices of bible study carry on outside in the living room. Why am i in this dark room?! Because my dear son was screaming and finally I couldn't take it anymore and I came in here to feed him.
Once again a failure at taking my child to a social gathering ( on Friday night I took him to a bondfire for a grand total of ten minutes...those ten minutes were followed by an hour of out and out screaming).
I feel like I'm drowning.
Drowning mentally, drowning spiritually.
I guess we are going to have to start the process of trying to find a babysitter, but really I just feel like a failure.
Why couldn't I figure out a way to carry my infant around?!? Everyone else seems to have angel babies...I feel like this is somehow a reflection of my parenting. I'm sure it is.