Mylicon Induced Coma

Stroller morning....and the night before too. Colic is a pain in the butt. I get a 50/50 response to Mylicon. Sometimes she takes it and falls asleep in pretty short order.....the rest of the time she throws up all over me and continues screaming.
I "skyped" - is that acceptable as a verb? -with my parents last night. I was hoping to show them my smiling happy little buddy, but she had been screaming her guts out all night leading up to it and by the time we finally connected she was asleep in the stroller. It's been a rough morning. Did I mention that?
She woke up at 5 crying and she stopped for a little while, but since we got up she's been screaming and grunting and crying huge alligator tears that break my heart. It's mornings like this that I wonder how I'm going to get through the day, or the week, or the month.....okay...I wonder how I'm going to go on living a normal life in general. Hard to see the forest for the trees. Is it "Hard to see the forest FOR the trees or THROUGH the trees." ??? I should have finished college.
I managed to divert her attention to a shiny nutrigrain bar rapper for a few minutes. At one point I took off my glasses and just sat and cried with her. Charlie doesn't want me crying all over the baby though, so I only did it for a couple of minutes.
Once I established that she was fed and clean and burped, I put her in her crib and pondered driving myself into the local swimming hole. -not really, Mom, if you're reading this. :) But maybe a nice vacation or pedicure or even an hour out of the house on my own would be great.
The potential benefits seemed to outweigh the barf-risk, so I gave her some Mylicon and held her and finally put her down in the stroller while I messaged with my brother. She's finally asleep now.
I'm looking around the house, the kitchen that had been gleaming with cleanliness last night is packed full of the results of an excellent barbecue dinner-what a mess. The laundry is thrown about the house artistically-kind of a post modern decoration technique I'm working on perfecting.
I need a village. Or at least a Taco Bell....the closest one is a 30 minute drive. I'm wondering if she will sleep in the car, or if taking her out of the stroller will start the whole thing up again. I love her so much, but honestly mornings like this make my brief career as a call center supervisor seem golden and covered in chocolate.