The last few days have been a struggle. My usually happy kid refuses to be put down, wakes up crabby from every nap, wants to comfort nurse every 2 minutes (which, even as a very big supporter of nursing, I'm *so* not okay with), and generally wears his grumpypants all day long. I long for 6pm to roll around, because bedtime offers me the promise of some quiet time in the evening. It also usually brings a husband home to help me, though there are times that JW refuses to stay with John if I'm not in the room, and comes looking for me, sobbing the entire time.
I really hope this passes soon.
teething? good luck friend
ReplyDeleteI think he had a cold, which he gave me, and then I turned that cold into tonsillitis. Winner! I'm glad last week is over :)
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