Crazy

aka:  Abby. 

That's what the kid has been today.  Crazy. 

I have no idea what in the world is going on in that little girls brain, but oh my gosh.  I am ready to tie myself to some railroad tracks.  It has to be quieter than this house. 

She has fussed and cried all day over everything.  It's time to eat. Abby cries.  Let's work on taking Christmas down.  Abby cries.  Let's do laundry.  Abby cries.  Let's just sit in the chair and rock a while.  Abby cries. 

I am not a saint and all this crying is driving me crazy.  Admittedly, it's not a very long drive.  I end of feeling terrible because I want to feel sorry for her.  I am concerned some thing's wrong with her, but at the end of the day I mostly feel frustrated.    There are no nice words for days like this.  I don't feel good about any of it. 

Day's like today make me wonder where God is more than any other day.  I understand that people get sick.  I understand that bad things happen.  I don't understand this screaming child.  Why doesn't He help her?  Why doesn't He help me help her?

As I was writing the last paragraph, I stopped to check on her (crying again).  Her entire pacifier was stuck in her mouth.  I pulled it out, but there was blood in her mouth.  When we looked closely we noticed her tooth was cracked.  I called the Emergency room, but all they could do was treat for pain.  I gave her the max dose of Motrin and a little ativan and thankfully she fell asleep.  I'll have to find a dentist tomorrow.

Ugh!  All the frustration I felt from having a fussy child all day transferred to frustration over yet another problem to deal with.  I definitely feel bad for Abby.  On top of feeling bad all day, she's hurt now.  The poor girl just can't catch a break. 

I'm going to bed needing a better day tomorrow.  I was trying to commit to blogging every day in January.  If I was in my normal pattern, this day would have been a line or two in a post.  I wanted to keep it real, so there it is.  We'll see if writing every day is a good thing or not :/