Sometimes, as a parent, it helps if you can embrace being totally stumped and just go with it. Sometimes it really helps if you can turn OFF trying to fix everything and figure everything out, and just cope with whatever this stage is throwing at you until it passes. Sometimes I really really want to be that naturally flexible and calm person.
Either Rowan is about to start walking, or she has an infection of some kind, or she's got another tummy bug, or she is objecting to something I can't figure out, or... Aw I don't know! I want to know. But there's really nothing I can do about it. If anyone can categorically say, I know why your nearly-nine-month-old is suddenly trying to pull you to pieces while feeding and has gone on a total potty pause (ie will only pee when naked and not being touched by anyone), answers on a postcard would be appreciated.
In the meantime, I resorted last night to handing her over to Daddy so she could get a quiet massage by candlelight and a couple of spoons of fennel tea and a lot of cuddles, while I cleaned hell out of my kitchen. If you want to know how frustrated and helpless I felt, I cleaned the inside of my oven door. And scrubbed the cabinet fronts. And emptied all the drawers to clean inside. And shined my sink. And organised the food storage containers. And made a full inventory of my food cupboards. And washed the back door!
The baby is still unhappy today. No, correction, the baby is acting totally normally today unless I try to feed her or take her to pee. *I* am still unhappy today.
But my kitchen is sparkling!