It's Been a Rough Few Weeks

Well, the title of this post says it all, folks.  We've had a rough few weeks over here, and I'm hoping it's just teething or a phase or something.

Bailey has been fighting me on everything.  Diaper changes, eating, getting dressed, playing with toys...it's a constant battle with her and it's wearing on both of us.  I love her to pieces and she's my favorite person in the world but, my God, I don't know how much more I can take!  She's been throwing these tantrums the past week or so and it's ridiculous.  I'm talking screaming at the top of her lungs, veins bulging in her neck and forehead, room-clearing tantrums...over anything, everything and absolutely nothing.

I've been trying my hardest to be patient with her.  After all, I don't know why she's acting the way she is.  Maybe she's got a new tooth coming in and it's really hurting her, maybe she's not feeling 100%, maybe she's sick of sharing her house, her toys, her time and her mommy with all the daycare kids.  I just don't know, and I think that's what is the most frustrating about it.

Or maybe I'm completely missing the mark.  Maybe she's just sick of spending day in and day out with me.  Maybe I'm the problem here.  I've been doing my best to get her out of the house as often as I can, whether it be to the playground, the mall, just walking around the neighborhood...but everything results in a temper tantrum and then we're both miserable by the time we get home.  Much as it kills me to admit...maybe we need a little bit of a break from each other.

This past weekend, Bailey spent Friday night at my parents' house and was really happy to see Scott and me when we picked her up Saturday afternoon.  We took her to Linvilla (a trip that, surprise surprise, ended in a screaming fit), and then she went home and spent Saturday night with Scott's parents.  When we picked her up Sunday afternoon, Scott's mom had nothing but good things to say about her, about how good she was and how much fun they had...but then in a matter of minutes she was back to the screaming and tantrum-throwing again.  I don't know what to do.

I miss my sweet girl.