A Dead Fly

I think my day could best be summed up by the fact that I drank a dead fly floating in my water. I'm totally not kidding. Today was borderline awful. There were some definite bright spots.. but overall, not so good. Let's see.. it all started with Miss Fussy Pants screaming from about 3:00a.m. until 8:00 tonight. I have no idea what caused this insanity. It just came out of the blue. I wish I knew whether it was something I ate.. the new medicine (she's now on Prevacid).. or what. I don't get it. Yesterday she was awesome. Beyond awesome. She was angel baby. I actually got to enjoy her. When she cried (which was very rare yesterday) I actually felt a huge amount of compassion.. I felt so much joy because I actually felt compassion (I know that sounds terrible but when you have a child who screams all day it's hard to muster up. So it was nice to know it's still there.). But today was a totally different story. She only slept about thirty minutes. Total. That's it. All day. Every time I tried to put her down.. she would scream. Even after I held her for awhile she would scream. I gave her a nice warm bath, which she loved. But the second we got out.. she screamed. I changed her clothes. Maybe she didn't like the ducks on her little jumper I thought.. so we changed into stripes. I changed her diaper a thousand times. We drove around. Nothing worked. There was one point in the day that I just couldn't take it anymore. So, I dropped the f-bomb. I'm not proud of it. I try not to say it very often.. but it just came out of me. To make matters worse, I actually dropped the f-bomb and then said.. 'strike me down Lord.' I know. I was losing it. Not five minutes after I asked God to strike me down.. that's when the ol' fly in the water number happened. I seriously think it was God telling me to shape up. You see, I hate flys. And to think that I had a dead fly swooshing around in my mouth makes me sick. And He knows it. So, the point was well taken. Fortunately I had a meeting tonight so I was able to escape the looney bin for awhile. When I came back I was much calmer. Very brain dead, but calmer. As I put Presley down, I was basically begging God for mercy. "Lord, I am turning this over to you." She has now been asleep for about 54 minutes. The longest she's slept all day. Thank you Father, Son, Holy Spirit. I haven't had any water since I was nearly struck down. I've been too scared. But frankly, I'm dying of thirst. I haven't cussed since my little 'episode'. I'm thinking I should be ok at this point. But, I think I'm going for bottled water.