Today, I suck

If Cade could really speak he would have asked for a new mom today, cause his mommy sucks ass.

The day started great, me-cleaning, him-playing and being nearly self-sufficient. Then 9:35am happened. He was on his bouncy zebra and fell off. Blood dripping from his mouth, screaming. I stuffed a towel in his mouth to see what was cut but if filled up quickly again. Off we hurried to the local Medi-Centre. There were 4 people ahead of us when I rushed in. I told them that my baby's mouth would not stop bleeding and he need to see a doctor NOW. I was told to sit down, the wait was short, by the most nonchalant apathetic nurse IN.THE.WORLD. I said something about them obviously no longer having a triage policy as I would think a 14 month old with a bleeding mouth (you know bleeding, airway, circulation) would COME FIRST! But nope, the coughing man, the man who looked like he hadn't bathed in six weeks and the Prada bag woman all got in before us.

We waited, waited and waited more. Cade stopped bleeding, I contemplated leaving, then we got in. The doctor said it would be ok, umm yeah-it stopped bleeding! We left after 60 seconds. Got home, provided Tylenol and put my poor babe to bed for a nap.

He napped for 1.5 hours and woke up at noon, happy. Mommy felt better.

I gave him lunch, he didn't like much of it. Most of it is now in the garbage can.

I played with him, he pulled my hair, chewed on my right big toe, and scratched my face.

I danced with him. Good, but after about 20 minutes 27 pounds of love was killing my back.

I put him down, ALL.HELL.BROKE.LOOSE.

He opened the oven door. Thankfully it was cool. A stern NO followed that action. He cried.

5 minutes later. He did it again. Another stern no. More crying.

I tried to put him down for another nap at 3pm. Since he was all tired, clingy and whiny.

Nope.

I lost my patience and went downstairs to calm down. This occured after he ran between my legs and grabbed my pant leg, causing me to smack my head in a sideways fall. I yelled in the basement for about 3 seconds. Felt guilty and came back up. He looked at me and cried. Then I felt REALLY guilty. So I hugged him as long as he would let me.

I put him back to bed again. When I began the post he was crying, now he sleeps. 4 minutes of cry-it-out. Great, more guilt.