People: The Bane of My Existence... Sometimes

You'll have to forgive me for yesterday's no-show. I was in a mood... the "I-hate-people-so-I'm-moving-to-the-middle-of-nowhere" mood. I know I'm not the only one who has moments when they think, I really detest people. What is wrong with everyone??? When I get in these moods I wish I wasn't involved with anything and that hubby and I lived outside of a teeny tiny town far away from everyone. 

There are obviously problems with this solution. #1: if I'm the only one having a problem with the rest of the world, well then I guess it's me, not them.  #2: I would probably get really lonely quite fast. #3: God created us to be relational beings (which is why I never understood the monks and holy men running away from the world to be alone when I'm pretty sure God would have been just as happy if they had stayed with civilization and loved people; but that's another blog altogether).  

It's a double-edged sword. People can make you or break you. They can make you so happy and they can make you so mad/sad. Hubby and I had a conversation like that once. I said, "At marriage ceremonies the rite should include something along the lines of, 'I will make you the happiest person alive, but with that comes the unavoidable truth that I will also have the ability to make you the saddest most miserable person alive.' 

And then of course, once one person gets you upset, it doesn't take much for the next person to say something and the next until it spirals out of control and you stay up late watching HBO and eating an entire package of saltine crackers with honey (which only numbs the pain for awhile).

Today will be a better day.

Jr.'s doctor's appointment went well...relatively speaking. Her memory is amazing. Or maybe babies are like dogs and can sense stuff about people that adults can't. Either way, when she saw the doctor she was instantly wary. I don't understand because he's really soft-spoken and he's not rough and he takes the time before moving in on her. But the waterworks came regardless. She screamed bloody murder and kept twisting and kicking out so he couldn't touch her; finally I had to pin her against my chest so he could check her ears and measure her head. And the way she looked at me! Like I was heartless for allowing it! She didn't stop screaming the entire time we were in his office. When we walked out of his office (with her still screaming) people were staring at us and probably wondering what kind of torture device he had in there. So much for check-ups being fun. The good news is she's healthy (albeit slightly underweight, which is normal for her, although average in height and a big head... how do proportions like that even happen?) and we can stop the formula. Hurray! Once we finish up the leftover formula we'll switch to milk. Anyone have difficulties with their little one in the transition from formula to milk??