I love being a mom. I feel very fortunate that I get to stay home with Richard. I get to witness his exploration and discovery of the world. I saw his first smile and his first steps. We have our ups and downs, but most days are more good than bad. Most days, not all.
On Tuesday Richard was sick and grumpy. Understandable, and he was nearly back to normal by that night. However, Wednesday morning he was clearly still not feeling well. He was extremely grumpy and clingy. I put him down for a nap, but he slept for less than an hour before he started fussing. I brought him downstairs and 10 minutes later he was asleep in my arms. Then it took another 20 minutes for him to stop crying and waking any time I stopped patting his back. Finally got him back in his bed and hoped he'd be better after he finished his nap. No such luck.
He would play for a few minutes, then get upset by nothing in particular. Every little thing set him off. I couldn't leave his side without him following after me, crying. I think the longest we went without him having a meltdown was about 20 minutes. It was rough on both of us. I was approaching my breaking point, and very ready for a drink, by the time Sam got home.
Not exactly the best day ever.
I'd still rather be home than anywhere else!
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