Yesterday was awful. Completely and utterly awful. Like Tuesday was biding her time to strike a day late. Yeah, that kind of awful.
Miles is still working on getting those canines. At least one of them is almost completely in. The other three have all broken the surface, at least, but he won't let me look in his mouth long enough to evaluate past that. Regardless, the poor kid is still a drooling mess of teething. And he's still going through that growth spurt, though it appears to be winding down.
Now, we've added seasonal allergies to the mix. The poor kid is forever rubbing his watery eyes, and snuffling his nose - which is leaking like a faucet all.the.time. And when he sneezes? I'm not even going to give you that visual. Just trust that it's entirely disgusting.
To top it all off, Miles woke up at 5:00 am yesterday morning. And stayed awake. He had his 18 month well child check at the doctor. It was an hour of whiny, cranky, clingy toddler in a tiny room, asking repeatedly to go bye-bye. He was so upset, the doctor had a hard time making all of the checks she needed to make. And then, as the final insult, he had to get a shot. He hasn't carried on that much about a vaccine since his first ones at two months old. It was dreadful.
Miles fell asleep in the car on the way home, so I opted to pick Patrick up for a quick drive-through lunch. After a twenty-five minute nap, Miles woke up, cranky, and more tired than before. The afternoon was no better. He whined and carried on, screaming if I was not touching him for more than a few seconds. Eventually, he passed out on my lap, and slept for another 45 minutes. And woke up cranky.
In short, it was the sort of day that usually throws me into multiple panic attacks, and leaves me crying and shaking in a corner by the time Patrick gets home from work.
Not yesterday. I was frustrated. I was exasperated. But I was calm. At one point, panic crept in, threatening at the edges, waiting for an opportunity to take over. And I managed to fight it off. With a lot of effort and a little bit of time and luck, I banished that panic from my body.
The meds are beginning to work. Yesterday was proof.