I have a colicky baby playlist on my iPod.
Some of the songs on it:
- Gloria Gaynor's "I will survive"
- Destiny Child's "I'm a survivor"
- Whitney Houston's I'm every women"
- Melissa Manchester's "Don't cry out loud"
In moments of distress, I grab the ipod and as I rush by my other kids, I yell out "Mom needs a time out."
I race down the stairs to the basement, lock myself in the laundry room, and play my music.
One week, I must have done it so often that my eldest when answering the phone, told the person calling " My mom is in a time out."
It's our fault.
My husband and I.
We were too confident. Possibly even cocky.
High-fiving each other; thinking that because the other ones turned out so well, this one would be a cakewalk.
We used to joke about it. How good we were. That we should write a book.
We're not joking about it so much anymore.
The universe has conspired against us.
We now have a baby that cries and cries and cries.
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