Mine started on Sunday night. Noah had one of his “I don’t really feel like sleeping” nights and got up several times. Something we were hoping he had outgrown, but he still reverts to occasionally. So, naturally, I didn’t really get any good sleep. I would finally get in a deep sleep and then he would wake up, so I had to get up. Yesterday was bad. He was ill. Fussy. Wanting to do nothing but scream or be held. He napped maybe an hour and a half all day yesterday. Just didn’t want to go to bed. He has 2 teeth already, so I’m thinking that he may be getting another tooth. Ouch. Poor Guy. I admit I get frustrated when he screams like that, but I feel bad because nothing really seems to help.
Today is shaping up to be the same as yesterday. We had to go to Walmart first thing this morning. (By “first thing” I mean, like, before 7:00) Big Boy was almost out of diapers and I was too tired last night to go get them when I finally realized that we were almost out. So we get to Walmart, I put Noah in the buggy, all seems well. Till he 1) Spits up his breakfast all over his clean clothes and 2) Starts SCREAMING in the middle of the baby diaper aisle. So, after trying a bottle, a pacifier and just pushing the buggy and none of that works. So, I have to get him out and carry him and try to push the buggy with one hand. Not to mention that even though is was before 7 am, all of those annoying people that walk at a dead crawl up and down the aislewhile in Walmart, yea, they are still there. Just because it’s 7 doesn’t mean you are going to get rid of them.
Anyways, right now he asleep on the couch. Finally. First nap of the day. I am getting a quite moment. I even turned the TV off just so I can enjoy the peace and quite. I’m about to attempt to get a shower and get ready. Not promising that is all going to get done at one time. Yesterday, I did successfully manage to shower and put on makeup before he woke up.
This is mommy-hood. Frustrating at times, but that sweet baby boy is worth every single moment of frustration.