Some days are good days. Some days are bad days.
Today is one of my very bad days.
It didn't start out bad. Not at all. Hubby made me coffee before shuffling off to work, the kiddies slept in until almost eight, and woke up delightful and eager to start the day. They ate ALL their breakfast and played outside.
But then it was nap time.
Sydney went down fine. Connor did not. At all. Screaming, throwing things. I want this. No I want that. But he finally settled.
And the real fun began.
Cameron, my sweet, quiet, well behaved four week old has not. stopped. screaming. He is crying as I type in fact. He thinks he's hungry, but isn't. He thinks he needs his bum changed, but he does not. He wants to be put down. Nope, he wants to be picked up. Connor and Syd are doing there best to help me out, but even they seem upset that he is so upset.
Ahhhhh the joys of motherhood.
Needless to say, we were supposed to go for a walk after dinner. All I want to do is sit on my butt and eat. Stress is such a trigger for me.
Wait. Silence finally. He is asleep!
Hopefully tomorrow will be a good day.
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