Were-baby

Something woke up on the wrong side of the crib this morning, and it's wearing my grandbaby's face, but I don't think it's him.  I certainly *HOPE* it's not him, cause I dunno if I could take another day like today.  Good gracious.  Nothing is right.  He wants a bottle, give him some milk, but he doesn't want it and cries.  Take it away and he cries louder.  Wouldn't let me rock him.  Didn't want this, didn't want that, until I put it up and then he screams.  Finally after 2 hours of whining and crying and a frustrated granny throwing him in the crib only to have him scream at the top of his lungs for 10 minutes and then start banging his sippy cup of milk against the wall, I finally just ignored him for a good hour.  Then he wanted his dobby (baby-lingo for blanket) and he let me put him in the rocking chair with me, but fought against being rocked for a good 10 minutes.  And then in 30 seconds he was out.  Good God, please let him sleep for a couple of hours.  I need a break.  And he needs a break from me.  The more bratty he is, the more impatient I get, which makes him even worse.  We're baiting each other and bringing out the worst in both of us.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!