So here's something some of you may not know about me: I don't drink. It just never suited me. I simply hate the taste of alcohol (unless it's those chocolates that have some fragrant liquor or rum in them. I can easily eat a dozen of them.) That, and the fact that I've cleaned up so much puke and s@#$ after detoxing alcoholics in the hospital, made me pretty much want to join the prohibition. Until last week when I would have picked the biggest bottle of booze and guzzled it down without ever looking back. God knows I needed it, too. What, you may ask, would drive me to do such an outrageous thing? A two month old. Oh yeah, and a teenage brother who acts like a two month old. At times I feel like some teenagers are God's punishment to society. But that's a different story for a different time.
So back to my potential alcoholism and the two month old who was going to lead me there. It started last Tuesday night. She was just so fussy, and crabby, and no matter what we did, we couldn't stop her from whining. I thought we were going insane. And then came Wednesday, or the day that I felt like I had to be put in a straight jacket and taken to the loony bin. OH MY GAHHH! Saying that that day was insane, is an understatement. The child whined ALL.DAY.LONG!!! I was not allowed to sit down for even a full minute without her busting my eardrums out. I pretty much had to walk around the house nonstop, just to get her to settle down for a couple of minutes at a time. She would only stop crying when she was sleeping, and as soon as she was awake, the cursed, vicious cycle would start all over again. Nothing I did could console her. By the time Brandon came home around 5:30pm, I had long passed the verge of tears, and was ready to go in a corner and cry myself to sleep, preferably with a spiked cup of um, anything. But I didn't. So I took option "B" and put my big girl pants on, and keep on moving. Why? Because I love my little girl more than I love myself or my sanity. And because I'm her mommy, and she needs me, and even if she drained every ounce of me, I had to squeeze some more and keep on giving. I have to admit that during those not-so- shining hours I asked myself a lot "How the heck do some of those super moms handle their kids, a job, and have time for a social life when I couldn't even find time to pee today?"
Anywayyyyy. Next day we went to see the pediatrician, and sure enough, my little Giada-bear had a stomach virus. As much as it sucked finding out that she was sick, I was relieved to know that there was a cause to all that craziness. And all of a sudden, I felt guilty for breaking down a day earlier, but also I felt stronger in my ability to take care of her. So yeah, the rest of the week was no fun at all. It actually pretty much sucked big times. But we made it through. She is mostly over it I think. She might still have a bit of the virus lingering on, but it's mostly gone because she's back to her smily self... at least during daytime.
Oh, and just in case you were wondering about my sobriety... Fear not, this is still an alcohol free house. Why? Because I knew, that this too shall pass.

I hope you ladies have a wonderful weekend, alcohol free or not.