Shambles

Ok someone just shoot me. It would be way less painful than my life today. We're currently going on 45 minutes of non stop crying in the crib. And no, I'm not the one crying in the crib though I'm on the verge which is why I'm writing this post-to distract myself from the horribleness that is happening. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about crying it out. I WANT to let him cry it out. I think it's time and I'm ready. He is not. He's pissed and he's totally cussing at me in his baby language and it makes me sad. I keep going in every couple minutes to flip him back on his stomach and he just yells at me even louder. He looks like such a pitiful little turtle stranded on his back with arms and legs flailing. I wouldn't be doing this for such a long period of time if I didn't KNOW without a shadow of a doubt he's exhausted. His naps lately have been sucking the big one (I don't know what "the big one" is...but I'm going to assume it's Milo). He definitely inherited my stubbornness. Flip.
Ok time's up, I gotta go get him before I barf from feeling like a total failure and then kill my child because he won't just go to sleep. Go ahead, leave your judgmental comments. As usual I don't really care.
Oh yeah, and if you want to send me money to buy a new laptop, that'd be awesomesauce too. I'm writing this on hubs' laptop because I just had to very incorrectly hold the power button down and shut mine off. Mostly out of utter frustration and piss off-edness (just don't say anything about that made up word thanks). It's about to kick the bucket and it's not necessarily "ideal" when starting up a photog biz.
Ok, I wish you could hear what I'm hearing over here. Not really, but he's so pissed I can hear him kicking his feet on the mattress. And not through the monitor, I hear it live...through the closed door.
Seriously, please someone shoot me.
My life is utter chaos and diarrhea on a stick.

no xoxo's. If you x or o me right now, I'll kick you in the jugular.