The screaming haunts my dreams

All day. That's how long Monkey screamed. There were times when I envisioned a banshee living with me, because that's what he sounded like. A tiny, male, screaming banshee in my arms, in my car, in his crib, on a walk, on his playmat...and at times even while eating. Argh.

I just about lost it. I know it was just a bad day and that most days (aka about 95% of them) are not like that, but all I need is the one bad day to realize how lucky I am that he's as calm as he is most of the time. I really started to lose it when he started clutching at my chest with his tiny talons...and drew blood. That was it. He was bathed. He was fed. He was dry. He went to bed with mitts on his hands so that he wouldn't scratch himself, since there was no way I was going to be able to trim his nails. He then screamed in his crib for about 30 minutes and finally went to sleep.

On top of all of this, Ben is gone for a couple of weeks. Stupid military with their stupid "trainings." It had to coincide with one of the worst days for record screaming.

Mommy needs a stiff drink. Preferably something with an umbrella.